Without a word along the way, as soon as she got home, Mu Yan saw the painting board placed in the corner of the living room.
An unspeakable anger swept through her heart instantly. If Mom hadn't died, she wouldn't have been shadowed by guilt, and by now, she would be traveling the world with her painting board, fulfilling her dreams.
But, there are no "ifs" in this world, and the things that are lost cannot come back.
Even though she is doing well in the entertainment industry now, she still has regrets about not being able to paint.
The more unattainable it is, the more wistful it becomes, and thus, the harder it is to forgive.
What he made her lose was more than just a dream; it was someone more important than a dream.
Jiang Jingheng saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes and suddenly spoke, "It's not early, shall we go to bed?"
Mu Yan withdrew her thoughts, smiled at him, and walked upstairs.
Until they fell asleep, neither of them spoke again.
