Wen Mulan stared at his empty art studio. Some painting tools were still scattered around, but oddly, there wasn't a single painting in the studio.
He always felt it shouldn't be like this, that the studio should be filled with paintings, and those paintings should all depict…
Suddenly, a sharp pain surged through his head, causing him to involuntarily furrow his brows and clutch one side of his head.
Was this also a sequela of amnesia? Because he had forgotten something, whenever he tried to remember, he would experience such pain, as if it was warning him not to think any further!
"Brother, why are you... here?" Wen Mulian's voice suddenly arose.
Wen Mulan turned to look towards Wen Mulian, who stood at the entrance of the studio, "What? Shouldn't I be here?"
"It's not that, but there's nothing much to see here. You just got discharged; you should go back to your room and rest," Wen Mulian hurriedly suggested.
"Where are the paintings that used to be here?" Wen Mulan asked.
