"Then one day, a boy of sixteen or seventeen got off the car and put a box of paintbrushes in her begging bowl. Later, she took those paintbrushes and became the best painter, and came to the Painters' Alliance." As Lu Zhiwei told the story, she watched the changes in Shen Jingmo's expression.
She wanted to see if he still remembered his kindness from back then.
"Is it on the Never-Sleeping Street?" Shen Jinmo had a general idea.
"Mr. Shen, you remember now? She said the person who helped her find a way to survive was you." Lu Zhiwei's voice became slightly hoarse.
A dark glint appeared in Shen Jinmo's dark eyes.
His angular face was tense.
That year was the most unbearable year for him to recall.
He happily bought Xia Wanying's favorite paintbrush, intending to bring it back to China as a gift for her.
That night, I passed by the street that never sleeps, where a lively and grand street parade was taking place.
He received a call from China saying that the Xia family home had been destroyed by fire and Xia Wanying had gone missing.
In despair, he casually tossed the box of paintbrushes to a beggar on the ground.
It turns out that Lu Zhiwei was that beggar.
"Those paintbrushes weren't bought for her, they were bought for my girlfriend. But something happened to her in China that night; her house burned down, and she went missing. I just tossed them into a little beggar's bowl." Shen Jingmo didn't intend to hide it from William.
He wasn't even afraid that these words would reach Lu Zhiwei's ears through William's mouth.
These words were spoken.
Lu Zhiwei's deep blue eyes surged like turbulent waves, violently and wildly.
The last shred of gratitude she felt for Shen Jinmo was extinguished by his own hand.
From beginning to end, everything that Shen Jinmo gave her should have belonged to Xia Wanying.
Just like that box of paintbrushes, so too has this three-year marriage.
This is truly an immense blessing and a great act of charity.
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