The background of the next painting is the crisp red of maple leaves in autumn. On the path paved with warm jade, she sits with her eyes wide open and full of curiosity. Her smooth little feet carefully step on the warm jade, as if sensing something, like a kitten tentatively spreading its fluffy belly for its owner to touch.
During that time, she refused to walk and always clung to him, wanting to be carried. She was afraid of everything unknown, including unfamiliar touch...
That was the first time she tried to touch the warmth he spoke of, encouraged by him. The texture of each piece of jade was so delicate and warm, just like his embrace, warm and reassuring.
Continuing on, a scene shrouded in mist came into view: she was playfully splashing in a warm spring. It was the first time she had voluntarily accepted treatment, through a medicinal bath…
She looked at the paintings one by one, finally stopping in front of one with a bedroom background. It was a clear morning, the sky still a cool, pale blue, and the thin gauze curtains by the window obscured the hazy dawn mist.
She woke up with a start, calling his name anxiously, interrupting the quiet morning. But Yan Jingzhou seemed to have no temper, hurriedly opening the door and coming in, holding her in his arms, his gentle coaxing voice lingering in her ear so tender and pleasant.
With tears in her eyes, she asked him: Will she never be able to see again?
He hugged her tightly, repeating in a low voice: How could this be? Jiaojiao will see it!
Later... she lost herself, and accidentally forgot about him...
There are so many more paintings. In just one year, he vividly captured every moment of her life—her every movement, sitting, lying down, and getting up—with his paintbrush...
That year, he used his paintbrush to restore and recreate the colors that were missing from her world.
Gong Ning pouted, her eyes red, and turned to look at Yan Jingzhou, who was standing against the light, "You..."
"Are you still leaving?" Yan Jingzhou looked at her intently, his eyes dark and deep.
Gong Ning's curled eyelashes trembled suddenly, and she lowered her head to avoid his gaze.
Yan Jingzhou clenched his fists tightly, the air around him was cold, and a few traces of obsessive crimson seemed to appear in his eyes, faintly revealing madness.
The warm atmosphere vanished abruptly, as if plunging into a deep, cold winter pool.
His voice was deep, with a hint of hoarseness, "If you want to leave, just burn this place down, and I'll pretend... I never existed..."
"What?" Gong Ning's heart sank suddenly. She looked up at him, her pupils constricting in shock, but she subconsciously took a few steps back.
Yan Jingzhou didn't speak again, but stared intently into her eyes, as if trying to see into the depths of her soul, to understand her thoughts and feelings, stubbornly trying to grasp something.
Gong Ning panicked, "No, no, Yan Jingzhou, I didn't mean to leave you completely, I, I just need some time, I..."
He began, "Because you think I'd care about your past?"
Gong Ning's words of explanation suddenly caught in her throat, causing a sharp pain that made her want to cry.
"Are you so sure my answer will disappoint you that you won't even bother to ask a question?" His voice was low and husky, yet it carried a chilling unfamiliarity.
Her back was ramrod straight, but she dared not meet his gaze. Her pale lips trembled a few times, but in the end, she could not bear his cold tone and interrupted him in a hoarse voice, "You don't mind that past, but I do. It's a nightmare that I've tried to shake off for so many years. Why do you keep reminding me of how dirty and unbearable my past was?"
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