Hearing the sound, Lin Wanwan walked out into the hallway and looked at the photos of herself that had been candidly taken and hung on the wall. Just looking at them, she could feel the brightness spilling out of the images. So she was actually such a lively woman?
Right now, it was hard for Lin Wanwan to put her mood into words.
Then she looked at that portrait of herself reading. She remembered this was from when she'd been confined at Lu Shouyue's place, and, bored, had taken a book from the study and gotten completely absorbed in it.
Back then, Lu Shouyue had indeed been painting, but she hadn't gone to see what he was painting; she'd never expected it was her.
During those closed-off days, the two of them often stayed quietly in the living room, each doing their own thing without disturbing the other, so she hadn't discovered this secret before.
Looking at the painting in front of her, the corners of Lin Wanwan's lips couldn't help but curve up.
