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?"

smiled slightly. "To listen to

reached the zither shop, named Spring

in the challenge, and the melodic sound of

harmonious

photographer, acquainted with the zither shop owner, guided Violeta and

walking for a few minutes, they indeed

was a small waterfall, or rather, a slightly higher

them, where Violeta posed for several photos,

casually suggested, "I think Vio could hold something in her hands, like a flute or a zither, in a

photographer applauded. "You're absolutely right! Wait

set down his backpack and dashed

zither in one hand and a lute in the

the zither,

the zither to Violeta, who accepted it and promptly found a seat, setting the

The zither appeared notably

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

of the

photographer had borrowed the shop owner's

to handle it cautiously to avoid any mishaps near the

photographer busied himself by rearranging rocks, setting up equipment, finding the optimal angle, and

the

the lute uncertainly, unsure of where

pluck a few notes,

plucked a few random notes, which stirred memories deep

trace of melancholy crept into

The photographer clicked away.