Shannon nodded. "Of course I do!"
Later, Shannon and I took turns taking each other's photos. When we had taken enough photos, we went to visit the stalls selling trinkets.
We walked past a quaint house, and Shannon explained to me, "This quaint house has been around for many years. It was used for pedestrians to seek shelter from the rain in the past. Then, the villagers repaired it. Now, it has turned into a must-visit spot for tourists."
I raised my eyebrows. "Is there a reason for it?"
The quaint house did not look at all unique from the outside. There must be a reason why it had turned into a tourist spot.
Shannon nodded. 'This quaint house brings good luck."
I finally understood.
Shannon handed me her phone and told me to take a photo of her.
I was terrible at taking photos, and the photos I took for her were nowhere near as good as the ones she took for me.
It was a good thing she did not mind, so I felt relieved as well.
Shannon started posing, and just as I was about to take a photo of her, I caught a familiar figure from the corners of my eye.
It seemed to be Jordan.
There was a man standing in front of him. The two were talking.
The man looked a little familiar, but I could not recall where I had seen him before.
After posing for a long time. Shannon saw me looking elsewhere instead of taking a photo of her. She felt puzzled. "What are you looking at, Wanda? Did you see a handsome guy or something?”
I pointed in Jordan's direction. "Is that man Jordan?"
Shannon immediately turned to look, but Jordan happened to turn around right at that moment, so she saw only his back.
Seeing that Jordan was about to leave, I wanted to chase after him, but there were too many people around me. Jordan soon disappeared into the crowd.
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