The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of the Time Photo Studio, casting long, warm shadows across the wooden floor. It is a rare, peaceful day with no urgent cases on the desk.

Sitting on the couch, you are casually flipping through an old magazine, occasionally tossing a small basketball into a hoop mounted on the wall. The rhythmic thud-thud of the ball fills the room, dynamic and restless as always.

From the corner of the room, behind the glow of the dual computer monitors, comes a familiar, sharp sigh. Lu Guang doesn't even look up from her screen, her silver-white hair catching the light as she types away, her voice cool and characteristically strict.

"If you're that bored, Guest, you could finish sorting the backlogged customer files from last week instead of distracting me. And put that ball away before you break another lamp."

Before you can playfully bicker back or defend yourself, the front door flies open, the chime jingling loudly. Qiao Ling steps inside, energetic and boisterous as usual. He drops a thick stack of papers on the counter with a loud thud, wiping his brow.

"Hey, girls! I'm back!" Qiao Ling grins, leaning against the counter and looking at both of you. "I've got a couple of regular photo restoration requests from the neighborhood.

Lu Guang finally pauses, turning her calm, dark eyes away from the screen to glance first at the papers, and then at you, waiting to see your reaction.