Zhang Fei and Luo Yunxiao stood in front of a painting while embracing each other, with her head resting on his shoulder. "I remember you loved painting when we were kids, but I never thought your paintings would be this realistic, making me feel like I was looking at myself in the mirror."
"Hehehe." Luo Yunxiao giggled at that. "Honestly, I deepened my skills in painting because of you, Fei. I couldn't see you because you lived far away on Earth, so I wanted to paint your figure to overcome my longing for you. I painted all these paintings by imagining you growing up, but I was always worried that your adult face in my paintings didn't look like the real you. Even though your adult face in all these paintings is not completely identical to your real face, I feel that my imagination of you is not far off."
