Lu Qingchuan stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, he did not push the door open.
At that moment, Lu Qingchuan had yet to realize what he had lost.
There are many things in this world that you think you can continue to do tomorrow and many people you think you can hold back. However, there comes a time when, in the blink of an eye, you let go and turn away, and some things change completely. The sun sets, and before it rises again, some people have bid farewell to you forever.
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When Xia Muning walked in, Lu Qingchuan was painting.
He had forgotten everything and immersed himself entirely in his artwork.
He loved to paint portraits. When he picked up the paintbrush, his fingers naturally danced on the paper as if he had painted countless times before.
What he had painted before, he had already forgotten. Now all he painted was Xia Muning.
