Some things seem deliberately arranged, just waiting for them to be discovered. The more real it appears, the more intentional it seems. Li Yeqi couldn't fathom President Nangong's intention in preserving this place, but his intuition told him that it wasn't simple.
Yan Luoxi walked in and paused at the unfinished painting, "Does he often come here to paint even now? The ink on this painting seems not to have dried yet."
Seeing Yan Luoxi reaching out to touch it, Li Yeqi hurried over, held her hand, and pulled her back a few steps, "Xixi, don't touch it randomly. If you smudge it, President needs to spend effort fixing the ink."
"Oh." Yan Luoxi looked at various poses of Fu Xuan in the painting and said lightly, "She didn't choose the wrong person to love; it's just a pity that fate played its tricks."
