That day in Lin City was exceptionally cold.
Howling winds and goose-feather-like snow had been falling all day long.
But the hearts of Xiao Xinyuan and Chu Meng were ablaze with warmth!
Today was Xiao Xinyuan's birthday and also a milestone in his career.
Xiao Xinyuan had been painting for many years, working hard but remaining obscure in the art world, an unnoticed figure.
Yet on his birthday, he unexpectedly received an invitation from his idol.
His idol was a top-notch veteran painter, with profound artistry, unique style, and a spine of steel.
He earned money through painting but would never compromise his art for the sake of profit.
Once, a wealthy patron offered a high price for him to paint a portrait of his lover, which he flatly refused, saying he would rather die than do it.
The reason was blunt and straightforward: mistresses disgusted him, unworthy of his paintings.
