At least she knew that her father hadn't come to see her for all these years not because he didn't like her, but because he had never known of her existence.
Her father never forgot her mother and felt guilty for twenty years.
Before they knew it, they had reached the end of the room. There was a room in front of them with the door tightly closed, and Shelley had no intention of introducing them.
Ji Zhinan looked at the room and asked, "What room is this?"
Shelley shook her head. "I don't know. This is the gentleman's private area. Mr. Charleson has instructed that we are not allowed to approach without permission. If we are discovered, we will bear the consequences. Miss, let's go."
Private sector?
Ji Zhinan stared at the door. For some reason, she seemed to have guessed who the things in the room were related to.
She strode forward and pushed the door open.
"Miss..." Shelley wanted to stop her, but Ji Zhinan had already pushed the door open and went in.
As soon as he stepped in, Ji Zhinan seemed to fall into another world.
The room was filled with paintings, some hanging on the walls and some stacked against the walls.
The window was not closed, and a cool breeze blew in, causing the pure white curtains to sway in the air.
Except for the oil painting, everything else is white, which is so clean that it makes people feel at ease when looking at it.
Ji Zhinan walked towards the easel where there was a painting.
The girl was wearing a plaid long skirt and had two simple pigtails. She was sitting in front of an easel by the lake, holding a palette and a paintbrush in her hands. She looked serious and was concentrating on painting the scenery.
The paint could not depict her delicate facial features at all. Although it was only a side profile with one eye exposed, it was obvious that her eyes were very beautiful.
Ji Zhinan looked at the painting silently, staring at the girl, the girl who looked exactly like the one in the photo found in his grandfather's safe.
Shiloh.
Her mother.
"This is when I first met your mother."
Suddenly, a voice appeared behind them. Li Yuan walked in without them knowing. Shelley and Charleson retreated wisely.
Li Yuan looked at the paintings in the room. Every one of them was Xi Luo, from various angles.
His mind was refilled with the images of twenty years ago, and he looked a little dazed.
"She was a girl who loved painting. Even when I first met her, she was painting by the lake."
Li Yuan raised the corners of his lips, his smile tinged with bitterness: "We left in such a hurry that we didn't have time to move many things to the villa before it was bombed."
When he received the news, the people from the side branch had already entered China. He dismissed the servants overnight and left with Xi Luo and Old Man Ji.
Before he could go back to move his things, the side branch had already taken action, and none of Xi Luo's paintings were saved.
"I drew these. Every time I miss her, I draw one."
There are hundreds of paintings of all sizes in the room, almost filling up the room.
"Actually, I'm still afraid of forgetting her."
Li Yuan looked at Ji Zhinan, staring at the eyes that were 100% similar to Xi Luo's, and his smile became more and more bitter.
"Year after year has passed since she left me. I'm afraid that when I get older, my memory will get worse and worse, and I won't even remember what she looked like."
He was afraid that he would forget what Shi Luo looked like, so whenever his memory became fuzzy, he would look at these paintings to inject Shi Luo's appearance back into his mind.
"Nannan, your eyes are so similar to hers."
Seeing Nan Nan, who looked similar to her, Li Yuan seemed to have returned to twenty years ago and saw the living Xi Luo again.
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