It was a man wearing a school uniform, drenched in sweat, playing basketball on the court.
The image was etched into her mind; over the years, she had painted it no less than a thousand times.
So now, she could replicate it effortlessly with a stroke of her brush.
Mu Wan pressed her lips together, a mix of tears and laughter welling up inside her.
Rain fell in her eyes... but in her heart, she was the one holding the rain for him.
Mu Wan... you are really the biggest fool in the world...
Mu Wan wanted to reach out and rip the freshly painted image of Qin Mu off the canvas, but her small hand froze mid-motion as it touched the easel.
Hmm... she couldn't bear to.
...
Nighttime, in the living room:
The female secretary pushed the dining cart out from Mu Wan's room. Qin Mu's gaze landed on the untouched, delicate dishes on the cart, and his thin lips pressed tightly together.
