After that banquet, many people tried to make contact with Ye Muheng. However, they dared not mention it casually in front of Mr. and Mrs. Ye, fearing that they would be looked down upon.

They tried hard to create opportunities to bump into each other, but Ye Muheng always stayed at home or had secret schedules, so creating such opportunities wasn't easy.

Now that someone has finally found out his whereabouts, when they bumped into each other, Ye Muheng was quietly painting while wearing a mask and hat, and didn't even glance at her.

She felt it would be strange if she deliberately tried to strike up a conversation, so she ultimately gave up.

Therefore, in other people's eyes, Ye Muheng had long become an unattainable flower on a high mountain. Such a high-quality partner, what a pity…

…

Ms. Xiao smiled when she saw how nervous Ye Muheng was. It seemed that Ye Muheng wasn't as aloof as she had imagined, and that he cared a lot about his lover.

"Xiaoheng, your mother and I are old acquaintances. You can't bully my Wan Ge. Since you've decided to be together, you must treat her well, okay?"

Ye Muheng understood that the other party agreed to their being together, so he immediately nodded: "Aunt Xiao, don't worry, I will definitely treat Wan Ge well."

They didn't know that he loved painting and felt that painting was his life. He didn't know what meaningful things would be left after he lost painting.

But now he has discovered something more meaningful than painting.

That's Evening Song!

Ever since they got together, he couldn't stop thinking about Wan Ge. So during that week at home, all the portraits he drew were of her.

Before, once he got absorbed in painting, he wouldn't notice anything around him. But now it's different. Even when he's painting, his mind is still full of Wan Ge. He's started paying attention to what's happening around him; he's no longer just focused on painting.

She would sense when someone entered her office and spoke to her, hear the sound of her getting up to leave when she went to a meeting, and pay attention to his every move when he was around her.

Actually, when he was drawing, he could have gone to get the food that she fed him, but he didn't, because he really liked the feeling of being cared for and watched over by Wange and being fed by her.

So he pretended to be the same as before, not refusing the food, but slowly opening his mouth, biting the food the other person gave him, and then feeling whether the food tasted good.

Ye Muheng felt that he enjoyed drawing less often, but he also felt that his paintings seemed to have a different quality.

Before, it was just simple beauty, but now it seems to have real vitality, perhaps because it's feeling emotions. It feels what liking someone should be like; love can make more things grow flesh and blood, nurture a soul.

Just like when his mother first saw the painting of the mermaid, the shock she felt was not just because the painting was so good, but because it was the first time she had felt that his paintings seemed to have emotions.

My mother used to think his paintings were so beautiful, so dreamy, like the Garden of Eden in her imagination. But the mermaid paintings conveyed some real emotions within that dream. Mermaids could not exist in real society, but love could.

…

After Ms. Xiao stopped worrying about it, she found Ye Muheng more pleasing to the eye, even though she had thought he was good-looking before.