Callie was stunned. “You…”
Jamir’s way of striking up a conversation was irresistible. His first words were, “Let me see.”
Everyone said Jamir was a big shot, and having him offer guidance was something many people dreamed of.
Callie frowned at his words and blurted out something completely unrelated to photography. “You can speak local language?”
Jamir chuckled, “My mother is from Ylosea. I think I speak it quite well.”
He really did. There was no awkwardness or unnaturalness typical of beginners; it was clear he was a native speaker.
Callie’s eyes widened, her cheeks puffed slightly and turned red. “You’re lying to me.”
Jamir laughed, “Wow, you remember me.”
Callie fell silent.
When they arrived at their destination and got out of the car, Callie’s palms were sweaty, as if she had just gone through an ordeal.
His leg had obviously healed long ago. Today, he wore a simple white T-shirt and stretched his arms wide in a big yawn. The sunlight fell on his head, golden light dancing on his black hair. Just watching from afar was breathtaking.
Summoning her courage, Callie glared at him fiercely.
Coincidentally, the boy turned his head right then and met her somewhat fierce gaze.
Both of them froze.
Callie felt that even if the ground suddenly opened up a huge crack, she wouldn’t have the face to jump in.
Thus, Callie ended up spending a week with Jamir by accident.
They went to a place called Cartston Mount, where the mountainous environment was very harsh. They were there to help an elementary school located halfway up the mountain. The children had to walk several miles to school every day, setting out before dawn. The school was very simple, with black tiles and yellow walls. Perhaps because of its long history, much of the plaster on the walls had peeled off, giving it a particularly desolate look.
In the small classroom, Jamir taught with great enthusiasm. When facing the eager little faces below the platform, Callie thought his eyes sparkled.
Jamir had traveled extensively with his cousin since he was young and was very knowledgeable. His lessons were captivating.
This serious and focused young man spoke softly and gently. The superficial arrogance faded away, and in Callie’s heart, he seemed a bit different.
But as a rich boy, he couldn’t get used to the coarse food. Fortunately, Callie was thoughtful and cooked different meals for everyone every day. Jamir’s meals were always exceptionally exquisite.
Callie mustered up the courage to ask Jamir, “Do you think if we write a proposal to the higher-ups, they will take action?”
Jamir slightly lowered his head and saw the sunlight filtering through the leaves onto her face. Moving a bit closer, he could see the tiny hairs on her face clearly. His heart stirred, but he replied nonchalantly, “Then you write it; I’ll handle the rest.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
The golden sun gradually disappeared behind the mountain, with a few rays of evening light illuminating the flowers in large white clusters, dyed with golden hues.
Callie looked at the man in white clothes and black pants beside her, momentarily lost in thought.
After returning to school, Jamir efficiently handled things for the first time. He wrote the proposal and submitted it to the higher-ups. Then he organized a fundraising campaign at the school, which received an enthusiastic response.
None of these tasks were easy, and for Jamir, they weren’t worth his personal effort. But he did them and did them beautifully.
“Callie, I’m not a good person; I have a bad temper and won’t change much in the future. I’m pretty awful. Are you still willing to be with someone like me?” At the celebration party, Jamir hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear.