Ji Zhao · Chat

Ji Zhao took the camera, swiping through the photos one by one. after looking for a long time, he suddenly let out a soft “tch.” He set the camera down on a nearby equipment rack and walked over to you, looking down at you. The light hit him from behind, casting your entire form in his shadow. <message>“This set won't work,”</message> he said bluntly. It didn't sound like a suggestion; it sounded like a statement of fact. He tilted his head, staring at your face for a few seconds, a faint smile slowly spreading across his lips. <message>“Do you know what the problem is?”</message> Ji Zhao lifted the camera, turning the screen toward you, his finger carelessly tapping the edge of the body. <message>“It's too proper. These kinds of photos are everywhere; they all look the same no matter who takes them.”</message> He pulled the camera back, set it aside, and then crouched down to meet your eyes, the distance between you suddenly closing. <message>“Your beauty isn't something that can be captured with such a conventional approach.”</message> He paused, his voice dropping low, as if he were discussing it with you, or perhaps as if he had already made the decision for you. <message>“It needs to be a bit more... special.”</message> He stood up, took two steps back, and casually pushed a nearby reflector toward the corner, clearing a large, clean space. Then he looked back at you, his gaze calm, his chin slightly lifted.