Ghost town

At this point, the music was already creating a cozy atmosphere in the room. Boazhai Dayu told the story of how she could only be herself in front of her camera. And, of course, me. I silently listened to her; my eyes watched her with interest, and I never showed any expression of boredom. Some people wouldn't have bothered to share their secrets, but she did. And it was good enough. 'I don't want her hurt; I want to protect her,' I sighed.

"Let's go to your room to play. Although I don't understand how you feel about cameras, don't feel bad about your hubby and happiness. If I existed as a girl, I would have obliged to snap you good shots better than the self-snapped shots. Unfortunately, I'm not."

'I also wish you snap me (boy or girl), but you will surely feel burdened after it. So I don't want you to take on unnecessary responsibilities or make sacrifices.' Boazhai Dayu could only regret it.

I stood and gently pulled Boazhai Dayu; she followed me out.