This was the painting of the rose garden that Yuanya had drawn for a competition last year, its fiery red hues so bright it takes your breath away.
Bei Yunhuan stared at her with wide eyes, "Looking at it, it's like looking at you."
"To bring that up now is meaningless." Yuanya's smile strained but she finally spoke.
Bei Yunhuan asked again, "Are you happy?"
"..."
When she didn't reply, he suddenly became stubborn, "Are you living a good life with Lan Xiu?"
Yuanya offered a quick, somewhat mocking smile, "What does this have to do with you?"
He moved his lips hesitantly, then mustered the courage to ask, "Yuanya, do we have any chance?"
"No." She answered, very straightforwardly.
She spoke up again, cutting off his next potential arguments.
"Some things are like painting, a drop of paint accidentally falls and becomes a blemish that can never be wiped off or erased. And this painting, it's completely ruined."
