At the same time, Qian Ruozhi was also undergoing a torment.

Nan Fengjin took her into a special room, which was isolated from the outside, but it was also a painting exhibition inside.

The walls and exhibition tables are covered with various paintings.

There are oil paintings, pencil drawings, and some are even just a few quick sketches on homework paper.

However, when Qian Ruozhi walked into the room, she suddenly froze.

Because, every painting here is about herself.

Some from childhood and some now.

There are scenes of her playing with them as a child, scenes of her falling ill and fainting, scenes of her eating, scenes of her talking to the housekeeper, scenes of her scolding the maid, and scenes of her throwing toys at Mo Yuxiao.

Looks like...

"Nan Fengjin, these... what are these going on?"

Qian Ruozhi's lips trembled as she struggled to make a sound.

"Don't you understand this, Xiaozhi?"

Nan Fengjin's voice was a little excited. He took her hand and led her to a larger oil painting.

"This is my winning painting, Xiaozhi, look at it carefully, do you understand it?"

Qian Ruozhi's eyes stayed on the painting.

That's how she looks on the swing.

In Qianjia's garden, under the cherry blossom tree, she sat on the swing, flying in the air.

The strange thing is that her face is not visible in the painting, only her back and her long burgundy hair floating in the wind.

"You know, Xiaozhi, I have always liked you since I was a child." Nan Fengjin looked at her passionately, with a shy expression unique to a young man's confession on his face: "It's not because of family interests, but because

, you are the only Qian Ruozhi in the world!"
Chapter completed!