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Nan Wan put away her umbrella, walking side by side with Xu Moyi on the road, large snowflakes falling on the two of them.
It should have been an extremely beautiful sight, yet an invisible sadness surrounded them.
Xu Moyi lowered her head, her voice no longer as light-hearted as usual, "Sis, I plan to join the company and learn business from my dad after the New Year."
In less than two hours, she let go of a hopeless crush that she had held onto for nearly ten years.
As Nan Wan followed her pace, she softly asked, "Not going to paint anymore?"
"Five years ago, I painted him as a flower, a flower that hadn't bloomed, and signed it with his initials in the company magazine. But he still doesn't understand, and I don't want to wait for him to get it."
Nan Wan thought of the painting she saw in the magazine that day, signed: H.H.
