The Last Self-portrait
by Small Fish
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Before I finished drinking the champagne at the opening ceremony of the exhibition, I saw my fiancé Jiang Beichen and Song Yutong hugging and kissing in the bathroom. It's not the kind of hug between brother and sister, it's the passionate kiss between lovers. I stood at the door of the bathroom, holding the flowers someone just handed me. Looking at Song Yutong's shy expression when they separated, and the tenderness in Jiang Beichen's eyes that had never been shown to me. "Yutong, just wait a minute. After the exhibition ends tomorrow and you get the international nomination, you can go to Paris in her place." Jiang Beichen gently stroked Song Yutong's cheek. "When the time comes, let's say that Yun Mo died of illness, and you are the only talented painter Song Yutong." Song Yutong leaned in Jiang Beichen's arms, his voice so sweet that it made people sick. "Brother Beichen, I have been waiting for you for so long. Is that ugly shadow finally going to disappear?" "Of course, my princess. From tomorrow on, you will be the only Song Yutong in the world." The flowers in my hand were scattered all over the floor.
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