"Gu Mingcheng?" Xu Nianhua was a little surprised when she saw him. Earlier this year, Gu Mingcheng had even sent her a painting. The painting was beautiful; it was clear that he had real talent for painting.
Gu Mingcheng's eyes sparkled with happiness as he said, "You still remember me."
"Of course. The painting you sent me, I saw it. It was beautiful, thank you." Xu Nianhua said this sincerely. Everyone who saw the painting said it was quite good.
"No, no need to thank me." Gu Mingcheng stood in front of Xu Nianhua, looking a bit awkward. As if something came to mind, his eyes grew dim. He studied Xu Nianhua—her features were exquisite, and her smile was like peach blossoms in March—the first girl to ever give him inspiration.
"You..." Gu Mingcheng hesitated, not knowing how to start.
"Me."
Gu Mingcheng looked at her, wanting to say something but holding back.
"What is it?" Xu Nianhua asked.
"Are you my sister?" Gu Mingcheng looked at her and asked.
