Zeng Keqin quickly shook her head. "No need. Black hair is fine."
"Brother Jiang! Come over for a photo!"
Fatty ran over, his eyes lighting up when he saw Zeng Keqin. "Junior Zeng, you're here too! Perfect, take a group photo for us!" He shoved the camera into her hands without waiting for a response.
Zeng Keqin hesitated, holding the camera. "Okay."
Seven or eight guys lined up—some she knew, some she didn't. They slung their arms over each other's shoulders and smiled at the camera.
It was the first time Zeng Keqin had been stared at by so many guys. She nervously swallowed. "I... I'll take it now."
In the frame, Jiang Shiyu stood at the very edge but still drew the eye.
Under his blue bangs, his features looked even paler and colder. His brows were sharp, his eye sockets deep, his pupils dark. He looked at the camera with little expression, carrying an air of aloofness.
Zeng Keqin snapped five or six shots. At least one should be usable.
"Done."
She handed the camera back to Fatty and stepped aside.
Everyone gathered around. Fatty flipped through the photos and complained loudly, "Brother Jiang, your expression is too serious! You didn't even smile!"
"Yeah! It's graduation, not a funeral!" someone chimed in.
"No good, take another one."
Fatty was about to call Zeng Keqin over again when Jiang Shiyu raised his hand to stop him. "This is fine."
Qian Bo suddenly spoke up, "Junior Zeng came all this way. Brother Jiang, why don't you take a picture with her?"
Before Zeng Keqin could react, Fatty dragged her next to Jiang Shiyu. She froze, then took half a step back, leaving a small gap between them. She didn't know where to put her hands and finally clasped them behind her back.
She hadn't realized it before, but she only reached his shoulder.
Jiang Shiyu's hands hung at his sides. He looked at the camera, still wearing that indifferent expression.
"Get closer!"
Fatty peeked out from behind the camera. "Why are you so far apart? You could fit ten people between you!"
That was an exaggeration!
Zeng Keqin hesitated, wondering if she should move closer, when Qian Bo, standing behind, suddenly gave her a push. She stumbled forward, nearly falling.
Jiang Shiyu reacted quickly. One hand caught her arm, the other landed on her shoulder. Through the fabric of her clothes, she could feel the warmth of his palm.
Hot, burning.
They stood extremely close. She could smell his cologne and a faint scent of soap.
"Hey, that's right! Smile."
Zeng Keqin looked up, startled, her eyes meeting his black ones. Before she could react, the shutter clicked.
"Perfect! This one's great!"
Fatty looked down at the photo, a meaningful smile spreading across his face.
Jiang Shiyu let go and walked over to Fatty as if nothing had happened. "Let me see."
Zeng Keqin stood in place, pretending to adjust the hem of her clothes, but her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it might leap out of her chest. The scorching warmth from his touch still lingered on her shoulder, making her feel uncomfortably hot all over.
Author's note: Unlocking new hair color!