The bright summer colors are intertwined with subtle love intentions, and the sorrowful light behind the city's backlight overflows.

  "Mo Liang, you're back."

  Those sparkling eyes flashed back and forth, her voice was filled with a few parts of girlish sweetness, melodious and pleasant to the ear.

  Anke Wei. A simple and kind girl, is a roommate of a shared rental apartment.

  Also the first person to lend a helping hand when I first came to this city, a very warm and lovely girlfriend.

  "What's up? I asked with a smile as I watched her frowning and pouting in the kitchen, making a mess."

  Sitting casually on the sofa, turning on the TV, and pressing the remote control, the picture appears before your eyes.

  "Bang—" The silver-gray remote control fell to the ground, its multicolored buttons fading into a dull pale.

  Flaxen hair cascading down in the sunlight shines with a luxurious pale gold hue

  The sunlight cast a dappled shadow on her delicate and elegant face.

  Her eyes, like glimmering jade, held a hint of subtle smile, and her skin as delicate as fine porcelain was breathtakingly beautiful.

  Soft pink thin lips slightly upturned, warm and elegant beautiful smile outlined the brilliant summer.

  "Mr. Soo Hee-chul, what do you think about being called 'The 21st-century Da Vinci'?"

  The popular MC had a subtle adoration in his eyes as he interviewed him with a faint smile.

  "To be honest, I think this title is somewhat exaggerated..."

  That familiar yet strange voice, polished by time, stopped abruptly with the press of the shutdown key.

  The dim screen faintly reflected the disheveled me

  It seems to be subtly mocking its own overestimation, with a somewhat pale and powerless tone.

  Lowering eyelids... The turbulent flow gradually settles down.

  I thought that in the future, at some point, we would meet again by chance and face each other with a calm and gentle attitude like old friends.

  But now the unexpected turn of events has once again disrupted all plans.

  Yes... facing that face which had been loved to the bone and appeared countless times in dreams.

  After all, it's not as calm and gentle as it seems on the surface. In that instant, my heart felt like it skipped a beat.

  The boy on the screen once again pulled out that heartstring which had been pieced together with three years of time.

  "Huh, Maliang, why did you suddenly turn off the TV?"

  Those handsome guys who are pleasing to the eye aren't even being looked at, it's clear that once you've had Xie Ye, the school grass, all others are just fleeting clouds.

  "I..." lightly opened her thin lips, and then opened her mouth but had nothing to say.

  "I'm telling you, the one who just appeared on TV is that super male god I've been mentioning to you recently."

  He is a newly emerging young painter who has recently risen to fame with his melancholic and beautiful painting style, and his delicate and soft colors have shone through the painting world.

  Not only that, but his handsome and refined appearance, as well as the fame of being reported and promoted by various columns, also makes him a darling of the entertainment and fashion circles.

  "He has expressed his reluctance to enter the entertainment industry, otherwise he would have been a super star shining brightly for half of the sky."

  Her bright almond eyes sparkled with excitement, her cheeks flushed slightly due to over-excitement.

  Through her eyes, I see frank admiration and joy, like the me of old, loving without reserve.

  My thoughts drifted far away, as if reincarnated back to that vibrant youth.

  But everything is just a remnant left in the heart after the sea has changed into mulberry fields.

  "Are you listening? Are you listening?! You're not listening to me at all!"

  She waved her small hand, slightly furrowed her brow and pouted, saying.

  "Huh? Uh... go on."

  "By the way, the hottest topic about the male god is that mysterious girlfriend."

  It is said that every painting of the male god's inspiration comes from his girlfriend.

  The first painting of the male god was a girl's back, soft and weak but mixed with a few stubbornness.

  The fluttering hair is intertwined with a few cool emotions in the bright summer color.

  Every stroke seems to be expressing some implicit love and sorrow, with warm colors that are somewhat oppressive.

  The first painting caused a sensation in the art world, and it can be imagined how great the shock was at that time.

  The city in the backlight of late summer, prosperous and beautiful, but the warm light never shines on the heart of the city.

  It's a very poetic and artistic name, but I'm afraid only the male god and that girl know what it means."

  The gradually calming heart is stirred up again, and sentence by sentence, the distant memories of that day reappear, a day with some coolness and some bewilderment.

  Young man, why must you put on such an act and stir up trouble in a present that shouldn't have had you appear in the first place.

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