After letting go of the past, I began to devoted myself in improving my photography skills.Everyone in the industry praised me for my talent. However, having neglected it for years, I knew full well that stagnation meant regression. Thus, I practiced even more diligently.Lately, I'd grown fond of visiting the park. The flowers, the trees, the passersby, and the lakes—every corner offered a view.Just as I was framing a shot, a familiar face suddenly appeared in my frame.Though she was elegant and beautiful, my inspiration instantly vanished.I lowered my camera in resignation and reminded her."Ms. Pritchard, you're in the frame," I said. "If you're just passing by, please move along as quickly as possible."Renata looked like she was about to cry. Looking helpless and cautious, she asked, "You… you don't want to photograph me anymore?"In the past, I always praised her for being photogenic and begged to take photos of her, yet she consistently treated me with cold indiffere
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