"Gu Mingcheng?" Xu Nianhua was somewhat surprised to see him. Earlier this year, Gu Mingcheng had sent her a painting. It was very beautiful and you could tell he had a talent for it.
Gu Mingcheng's eyes sparkled with excitement, saying, "You still remember me."
"Of course, the painting you did for me, I saw it, it was very beautiful. Thank you." Xu Nianhua was speaking truthfully; everyone who had seen the painting said it was very good.
"No, no need to thank me." Gu Mingcheng stood in front of Xu Nianhua, looking a bit uneasy. As if something came to mind, a slight gloom appeared in his eyes. He studied Xu Nianhua; her features were as if drawn, her smile was like the peach blossoms of March, she was the first girl to truly inspire him.
"You..." Gu Mingcheng hesitated, unsure of how to start.
"I."
Gu Mingcheng looked at her, wanting to speak but stopping short.
"What's wrong?" Xu Nianhua asked.
"Are you my sister?" Gu Mingcheng asked, looking at her.
