The next day, it was time to take their wedding photos. Yun Chuan's mother had personally contacted the photographer, who had plenty of experience.
The photographer arrived brimming with confidence. He set up his equipment, adjusted the lighting, and figured there was no situation he hadn't seen before.
After two hours of shooting, however, he quietly lowered his camera.
"Teacher Yun," the photographer said, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "could you spare the camera just a little glance?"
Yu Xiuyuan secretly nudged Yun Chuan's waist with his elbow:
"Rein it in. Stop looking only at me and look at the camera!"
Only then did Yun Chuan reluctantly turn toward the lens. The photographer seized the moment and pressed the shutter.
Both men looked impossibly handsome in the photo. Yun Chuan's profile was sharply defined, his jawline clean and crisp, while Yu Xiuyuan smiled straight at the camera, his eyes curved into crescents, so beautiful he seemed to glow.
The photographer sighed. Still a profile shot.
"Never mind."
The photographer looked over the proofs and gave in first. "His profile looks handsome too. Handsome is good enough."
Yu Xiuyuan gave Yun Chuan a vicious pinch, and Yun Chuan took the opportunity to play pitiful and coax a kiss out of him.
They later changed into several outfits, from suits to shirts to traditional Chinese wedding attire. Every set of photos turned out stunning.
Yun Chuan barely took his eyes off Yu Xiuyuan the entire time. Taking wedding photos made him feel far too happy.
Eventually, the photographer gave up too and simply focused on candid shots.
He took one when Yun Chuan lowered his head to straighten Yu Xiuyuan's bow tie, another when they leaned their heads together to look at the proofs, and another when Yu Xiuyuan reached up