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Seeing Nan Jing initially brought Lan Mu joy, but upon noticing that her daughter’s long-time crush, Zhou Yu, was standing beside her, her expression quickly soured.
Such feelings cannot be forced, yet as a mother, she felt a pang of dissatisfaction at the sight of her daughter being treated so coldly. Taking a few steps forward, she intended to say something but was suddenly struck dumb, astonished by the sight before her. “Who painted this?”
Yun Zhi Yue also stepped closer, and without the crowd to obscure her view, she finally understood why everyone was looking at her strangely. The entire Art Gallery was adorned with a massive portrait.
It depicted a beautiful girl in a high school uniform standing in a light drizzle. Despite her clothes and backpack being slightly damp and disheveled, she wore a radiant smile that seemed untouched by the murkiness of the world, exuding an aura of pure innocence.
One couldn’t help but smile back at the painting; its lifelike quality spoke volumes about the artist’s skill. Though still youthful, there was no doubt that the girl in the painting was Yun Zhi Yue herself.
Lan Mu looked puzzled. “Yun Zhi Yue, is this you? Who is the artist from your high school days?”
Yun Zhi Yue shook her head. “I don’t know either; maybe we should ask the owner of the Art Gallery.”
Nan Jing frowned, her mood clearly not great; after greeting them, she fell silent. Zhou Yu, however, spoke meaningfully: “Aunt Lan, you probably know this artist; the owner of the Art Gallery is a nationally renowned composer and young painter named Yue.”
Before she could finish her sentence, melancholic music began to play throughout the gallery.
Both Lan Mu and Yun Zhi Yue widened their eyes as a figure appeared before the painting. Holding a microphone, he announced, “To thank everyone for coming and to bid farewell to her, I will perform this opening piece as both the owner and performer.”
Many guests who enjoyed lively atmospheres applauded enthusiastically, charmed by the owner’s undeniable charisma. He appeared to be in his early twenties, with a clean and striking presence.
Dressed in a crisp white shirt paired with simple gray trousers and sporting casually styled short hair, he radiated an aura reminiscent of an elegant young gentleman.
Lan Mu and Yun Zhi Yue exchanged surprised glances as they recognized Yue Tong; they were astonished by how much his demeanor had changed.
He seemed like a completely different person from his high school days when he had been so aloof and withdrawn.
Regardless of what others thought, accompanied by the music, Yue Tong gazed at Yun Zhi Yue and slowly began to sing the lyrics: “I cast away all emotions, whispering sweet nothings in the rain.”
Fantasy walked with you through all time, yet reality struck me down. As time blinked and flowed away, I found myself lost in the intricacies of time and words. After years of gathering courage to meet again, would you agree to write our fairy tale?
Clearly filled with emotion, yet inexplicably tinged with a sorrowful melody, the lyrics sang to this point, and everyone understood it was a confession. From our student days to the present, many were moved, and some even urged: "Agree!"
"Please agree, it's touching!"
Yun Zhi Yue stood there, stunned. "What is this all about?"
Then came an even more explosive moment as Nan Jing shouted, "Agree to what? Time missed will never rewind!"
"Strategy accomplished!"
With that, he held her by the nape of her neck, and under the watchful eyes of her mother and everyone else, he kissed her on the lips.
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