It was her.
It was her?
Why was the person in every painting her?
The version of herself that had been frozen in the spring years ago was actually left on a painting and displayed here without her knowledge.
In the painting, she was strolling in the sea of flowers, her skirt fluttering;Or looking at a wall and thinking, the tip of the ponytail gently swaying;Or sitting on the swing, laughing until her long hair flew in the wind, unrestrained youth flowing freely;Some closed their eyes under the night sky with a smile on their faces and their palms pressed together as if they were praying for something…
In the watercolor painting, she was a happy girl who had come from spring, and her smile was hard to look away from.In the oil painting, she was quiet, like fireworks blooming in the midnight sky. She was unimaginably beautiful.She was so noble and elegant in the ink painting…
