Border building.
Lou Qinxue took a shower, returned to her room to dry her hair, and looked around, but did not see Tingyi.
Did you go to the art studio again?
He really does love drawing.
Suddenly, Lou Qinxue remembered Mu Xiaocheng, whom she had met at the charity event that night.
That girl was very beautiful.
She looks somewhat similar to that woman, but she appears much more lively and playful.
Lou Qinxue quickly dried her hair, poured herself a glass of hot milk, and headed towards the art studio.
Tingyi has his own studio, where he spends more than half of his time each day, either painting or staring blankly at some paintings.
Lou Qinxue knocked on the studio door, then pushed it open and went inside.
The man sitting in front of the easel was in his early forties, wearing a white sweater, jeans, and slippers.
His jet-black hair was neat and tidy, his features were handsome and impeccable, and he exuded the charm of a mature man.
He had deep-set eyes, wheat-colored skin, and slender fingers holding a paintbrush, painting intently.
He did not react at all to Lou Qinxue's sudden appearance in the art studio.
Lou Qinxue didn't dare to disturb him.
She carefully placed the warm milk she was holding on the small table next to him, then leaned against the wall behind her and watched him.
He sat with his back to her, his back was broad and strong, and although he didn't talk much, he always gave people a great sense of security.
Just like when she first met him.
Tingyi focused on drawing, so she watched intently.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally put down his pen.
Stand up.
"Why aren't you asleep yet? It's so late." His voice was deep and magnetic, calm and reserved.
Lou Qinxue approached him, a gentle smile spreading across her handsome face.
"I'm bringing you milk. And you're one to talk, aren't you still awake too?"
Lou Qinxue's tone carried a hint of coquettishness, her long black hair cascading down her sides, adding a touch of gentleness.
She knew that he liked gentle and graceful women.
Therefore, she had always been pretending to be someone he liked.
Even so, this changed her life, her temperament, everything about her...
Ting glanced sideways at the milk on the table.
He smiled faintly, then picked up the cup and drank all the milk.
"Alright, I've drunk my milk. Shouldn't you go to sleep now?"
His voice was gentle, but Lou Qinxue knew that there was absolutely no emotion in that gentle voice.
Over the years, they have treated each other with respect, and he has always been very good to her.
But that's not what she wanted.
Lou Qinxue lowered her eyes and looked at his easel.
On the drawing board is a courtyard.
He had painted this courtyard many times, but he had never completed it.
Lou Qinxue knew that those were fragmented pieces of his memory.
No matter how hard he tried or how hard he tried to recall, he could no longer remember.
She smiled gently and said, "You should get some rest too."
After saying that, she turned and left the studio.
They are a married couple, and to outsiders, they are a loving couple.
But they have never had sex since they got married.
He was good enough to her.
Lou Qinxue knew that she was not in his heart. Even though that woman had completely disappeared from his world, her shadow still lingered deep within him.
Naturally, she is now a shadow of that woman.
It's both laughable and pathetic.
Ting turned around and looked at the painting on the easel for a long time.
He suddenly frowned, puzzled.
But my head started to throb...
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