"Hmm, A Lifetime Love." Xiao Chong responded from the side.
Unbidden, the scene of Lin Wanwan drifting off to sleep under his gaze years ago, unguarded and slowly succumbing to slumber, emerged in his mind.
If only he'd proposed on that ambiguous afternoon. Then, he could have had her in his previous life—timing truly is crucial.
Lin Wanwan glanced back, looked up at Xiao Chong standing beside and slightly behind her, saying, "You're not the real Xiao Chong from history, so why act so serious?"
"Don't you think the person in the painting looks a bit like you?" Xiao Chong regained his focus, lowered his eyes to look at Lin Wanwan, smiled faintly with a touch of mystery.
"Huh?" Lin Wanwan felt a stir within her heart, turned and carefully examined the painting.
With Xiao Chong's comment, the more she looked at the figure in the painting, the more she saw herself in it. Only more mature, a bit less baby-faced—surprisingly uncanny.
