He spent the better part of a year incorporating everything related to Taozi into this bar, but it seemed like no one ever noticed what he painted on the walls—everyone who came to the bar was preoccupied with how crowded it was, whether there were many beauties around, and whether the drinks were good or not.
Today, Ji Liangchuan opened all the windows and doors, making the space exceptionally bright.
The yearning he had deeply buried in his heart could finally be exposed to the sunlight.
It turned out the walls were covered with oil paintings, one after another, depicting a girl whose every smile and frown was exquisitely beautiful. Upon closer inspection, her features indeed bore a strong resemblance to Fu Han.
But there were differences too; the woman in the oil paintings had that gentle demeanor unique to the water towns of Jiangnan, a tenderness that indicated at first glance she was destined to be a good wife and mother.
