Ruan Xiaoqing's heart skipped a beat because when Mr. Qian said this, there was no sadness on his face, only gentleness and encouragement.
"Yes." This time, the lady looked at master Qian's half-white hair that didn't match his age and his haggardness. Her eyes turned red and she nodded heavily.
"Go, goodbye." After saying that, master Qian drove away.
Some people could see the darkness, but they could still see the light.
……
After Wu Hai finished eating the steamed buns, Yuan Zhou left him with a sentence that this was the new breakfast that would be served in a few days. Then, he directly closed the door and went upstairs.
After eating the steamed bun, Wu Hai also went back to his art studio jubilantly and decided to name the oil painting as steamed bun.
"It's alright, it's not too late. " It was rare that Yuan Zhou didn't go to wash his face and brush his teeth directly. Instead, he sat at the desk and muttered to himself before being in a daze.
