Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 248 The Photoshoot

While walking along the road, they attracted a lot of attention wherever they went.

Nearby, atop the stone bridge, Nolan and two student council members were using bamboo sticks to aid in recovering hats that had dropped into the lake.

"Nolan, take a look over here."

Nolan glanced sideways and spotted Violeta strolling amidst the crowd with a photographer.

She adorned a light blue traditional outfit, her hair casually fastened with a ribbon. Her complexion gleamed under the sun, and a faint smile played in her eyes as she conversed with Kaylee. The photographer ahead was energetically directing their movements as well.

In the midst of the crowd, they were the sole wearers of traditional outfits, thus standing out and garnering considerable attention.

"Where did they find those outfits? They look quite impressive. At first glance, I thought she was an actress."

"I recall there's a traditional costume shop nearby. Perhaps they borrowed them from there?"

"It might not be. I recall that traditional costume shop doesn't actually rent out clothing ...

Nolan stayed quiet, tuning in to their conversation nearby. He shifted his gaze away and resumed fishing hats from the lake. Eventually, he snagged one and passed it to the individual beside him, murmuring, "Don't throw things around next time."

"Thanks, Nolan!"

"No need for thanks," Nolan replied.

He stepped away from the bridge with the bamboo stick in hand.

The two student council members caught up from behind, "Nolan, where are you headed?"

"To listen to

eventually reached the zither

with many already participating in the challenge, and the melodic sound

harmonious notes filled the

acquainted with the zither shop owner, guided Violeta and Kaylee in through the back

walking for a few minutes, they indeed felt a refreshing

waterfall, or rather, a slightly higher water

an ideal spot for them, where Violeta posed for several photos, yet the

her hands, like

photographer applauded. "You're absolutely right! Wait here, I'll go

down his backpack and dashed

a zither in one hand and a lute in the

play the zither, and you'll

it and promptly found a seat, setting

The zither appeared notably

its side. As she delicately plucked the strings, the sound resonated

such as Melody of the Battle"

photographer had borrowed the shop owner's preferred

to handle it cautiously to avoid any mishaps

setting up equipment, finding the optimal angle, and ultimately

focus on capturing the essence, keeping

held the lute uncertainly, unsure of where to

attempted to pluck a few notes, producing a crisp

plucked a few random notes, which stirred memories

of melancholy crept

The photographer clicked away.