Wen Mulian slowly spoke of everything she knew and then led Wen Mulan to the door of a storage room.
"These are some paintings my brother used to create. You used to love her so much; maybe you can see that from these paintings," Wen Mulian said.
Wen Mulan pushed open the door of the storage room and walked in.
In the room, there were paintings everywhere, and the person in all these paintings was the same—Lu Mianmian!
They were… his paintings!
Wen Mulan's face filled with shock as he looked at these paintings; there were so many, one could imagine how long he must have painted them.
So many paintings, all of one person—without several years of effort, it would have been impossible to produce so many.
And how much he must have loved her was evident just from these paintings.
Why… why had he forgotten the person he loved so much?!
His head began to ache again, as though countless needles were pricking his brain, stabbing every nerve in his head.
