"You've always called me silly, but actually, you're the silliest," said Shen Di, feeling sorry for him.
"No, this was a choice I made after much consideration," Wen Zhiyuan replied as he caressed her hair.
For over a month, he was mentally and physically exhausted, but only at this moment did his heart find peace.
Shen Di said no more; she just wanted to be with him in the future, he wouldn't let her down, and she wouldn't let him down either.
"What are you drawing?" Wen Zhiyuan asked as he glanced at the canvas and kissed her forehead.
"Nothing..." Shen Di stretched out her hand to block.
"I saw it." Wen Zhiyuan smirked slightly and moved her hand away.
The painting depicted a desolate winter landscape, but within it, there was a man standing alone.
"Is this me?" Wen Zhiyuan pointed at the man in the painting and asked.
"Yes, I missed you, so I painted you."
"Hand me the brush," Wen Zhiyuan extended his hand.
