If a dead person lives in a person's heart, can he still fall in love with a living person?
Shen Chi knew the answer: no.
For seven years, he lived like a zombie. During the day he was a top auctioneer, and at night he returned to the studio - it was filled with Cheng Yuan's paintings, and every stroke was evidence of his failure to keep her.
Until Jiang Wan showed up.
She was sitting in Cheng Yuan's former studio, with the sunlight shining on her like a painting. He stood at the door and felt for the first time that seven years had not been that long.
He stayed close to her, protected her, learned painting for her, and emptied Cheng Yuan's studio for her - he thought he had walked out.
But on the day the truth was revealed, he discovered:
He couldn't save Cheng Yuan, nor could he save himself.
The only thing he could do was drag Jiang Wan into this seven-year ruins.
Jiang Wan asked him: "Shen Chi, have you ever loved me?"
He was silent for a long time and said, "I don't know."
He doesn't know——
She drew three hundred pictures of him, each one full of love.
She waited for him for three hundred chapters, and every chapter was torture.
She knew that she was a substitute, but she still wanted to take a gamble: What if?
What if the last thing he saw was her?
