Su Yanruo looked at the perfect painting on the canvas. The more she looked at it, the more her mood turned sour. Why was it like this? She couldn't understand. The more she wanted to forget the man, the more she remembered him. It was as if that guy was etched into her soul and mind. Why couldn't she forget about him? Why was it that her subconscious knew him perfectly?
Even with her eyes close, she could draw him perfectly. Su Yanruo frowned and walked closer towards the painting. Touching it with her hands, she didn't know what to think about it. She recalled all those other paintings she had painted about Rong Yixuan and herself. Where did all of that come from? Why did she dream of all those things?
