The Little Bear in My Palm and the Starlight

This marriage was a bargain, and all Su Wan wanted was a small apartment of her own and the old teddy bear in her arms.

After the wedding, they held hands, hugged, and kissed like a couple. She almost believed this place had become a home.

Then, after a night of passion, he coldly demanded, “Who’s the father of the baby?”

She didn’t cry or explain. She sold the apartment and disappeared without a trace.

Five years later, she returned with paintings that caused a sensation in the art world, and a little boy with a face as lovely as a painting by her side.

The man who held the business world in his grasp stopped her, eyes bloodshot. “Su Wan, I’ve found out what really happened back then.”

The little boy in her arms peeked out. “Mister, you’re blocking my mommy’s painting.”

Lu Zhiyan, you didn’t believe me back then. Now, none of the figures in my paintings will ever be you again.