When Love Loses Color
by Sky
About This Novel
After every quarrel, his wife Ye Ruge always compensates with a painting. As an internationally renowned painter, each of her paintings is worth millions. But when "Cui Yi" became the ninety-ninth painting, I decided to end this marriage. On the opening night of the gallery, I was absent due to work. When I was scrolling through my phone late at night, I saw the update posted by Cheng Mo: "Sharing the night of art with you, my life is complete because of you." In the photo, he is cuddling closely with a woman. With the familiar necklace and the red mark on his neck, there is no need to guess who it is. Cheng Mo commented: "The gallery owner's temperament is intoxicating, and she is the perfect muse in my heart." I looked at the "urgent matter" message just sent by Ye Ruge, and replied calmly: "Her "Night Performance" is more worthy of appreciation." The phone rang immediately. Ye Ruge angrily scolded me for making a fuss, and then gently comforted Cheng Mo: "Don't take it to heart. He has watched too many bloody dramas recently and always treats people around him as love rivals." The next day, she came back with "Cui Yi" and said, "Speaking of words, forgive me, okay? Those words last night were just to maintain the scene." Looking at the paintings on the wall, my heart stopped. Seven years of love, ninety-nine times of forgiveness. This time, I chose to let go.
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