Chapter 115

An hour later, the four of us gathered again at the observation deck on the mountaintop. Amidst the beautiful scenery, it felt like stepping into a fairyland, and my mood lightened. "Ms. Fisher, could you please take a photo of me and Mr. Harold?" I looked at the phone Queenie handed over. "Of course." With the opportunity presenting itself, I had no reason to refuse. Before I could finish, Queenie eagerly linked arms with Bruce, as if they had known each other for a long time. Although Bruce didn't react, he didn't refuse either. For a moment, I was distracted. For some reason, discomfort flashed in my heart. Suddenly, I realized that Bruce and I had never taken such an intimate photo together. Every time I had wanted to take a similar picture as a keepsake, Bruce had told me that memories didn't need to be preserved in photos. Now, I feared it had just been an excuse. "Is this okay, Ms. Fisher?" Queenie's question brought me back to reality. "You can get a little closer.