Bai Yang looked at that hand, wondering what kind of person she might be. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, showing just a glimpse of a hand was enough to inspire his imagination about her entire appearance. Bai Yang had imagined what the girl might look like, but fantasies are after all just fantasies. Now that he was about to actually see her, a sense of nervousness rose in him for no reason.
"Why hasn't she shown her face yet?" Wang Ning said.
This guy seemed even more anxious than Bai Yang.
"What's the rush? She's still adjusting the camera."
Zhao Bowen leaned back on the sofa, adjusting his glasses, as the image in the video window continued to wobble. The other party was indeed adjusting the camera. In the extremely dim light, they could vaguely make out some details—like a desk flashed by under the flashlight, and the curtains above it, which clearly indicated it was inside a room.
"Once she has it adjusted, you'll naturally be able to..."
