His gaze lingered on the last painting, the girl's unparalleled beauty eternally captured by the brush, yet the slight wrinkle at the edge made the young man instinctively furrow his brow.
His fingertips carefully smoothed the wrinkle, as if treating an exquisite treasure.
He opened the sketchbook, took out a few drawings, and placed them in a box, sealing them once again.
Just like sealing away the young man's unspoken thoughts.
Silently waiting in a dark, sunless corner, waiting for the day to see the light again.
The young man's slender fingers gently caressed the lid, his gaze tender as water.
"Wait for me."
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It snowed all night, and the next day was bright and clear.
Liu Runxi rose early and, while going downstairs, encountered his father sitting at the dining table reading the morning paper.
"Good morning."
Liu Qingfeng smiled at him.
"Congratulations on achieving a gold medal in the CMO."
Liu Runxi sat down, and a servant brought him a milk sandwich.
