Shen Yan is a prodigy in the traditional Chinese painting department.
He is like an ink painting himself: porcelain-pale and cool, the most popular omega at the art academy.
He had never fallen for anyone, until that person appeared
Jiang Ye, the young master of the Jiang family, with the scent of potent liquor and a wild, brazen air.
He pulled Shen Yan out from among the ink and paper, spending lavishly on him.
He paid his tuition, put on an art exhibition for him, and helped him escape the rotten Shen family.
No one had ever treated him so well.
So, despite Jiang Ye's reputation as a playboy, Shen Yan still fell for him.
His first love, and he gave it everything.
He laid out paper and ground ink for Jiang Ye, cooked for him, and even allowed Jiang Ye to mark him.
Then, during his heat just before graduation, Shen Yan's whole body burned as he struggled through the night with suppressants.
But Jiang Ye arrived late, carrying the cloying scent of another omega.
"I'm bored."
Jiang Ye tore up the painting Shen Yan had given him and threw it into the rain.
"A well-behaved student like you gets boring after you've slept with him for long enough."
·
After Jiang Ye went abroad, Shen Yan had his mark removed.
A searing needle pierced his gland, burning away every trace of the past.
He barely managed to piece himself back together, but he could never again paint with that spark.
Years later, a junior student brought Shen Yan to work as a consultant for a design company.
He heard his new boss was a difficult Alpha, so he prepared suppressants in advance.
When he opened the door, the familiar scent of potent liquor rushed over him.
Jiang Ye sat there in a suit, his presence imposing.
But Shen Yan noticed
The black-and-white profile picture of that man in the group chat was the same profile he had secretly sketched after catching a glimpse of the man in his youth.
On a rainy night, that man waited outside his home, water dripping from his fringe as he asked, carefully:
"Shen Yan, could you... paint one more picture for me?"
Shen Yan sneered:
"Mr. Jiang, my paintings are very expensive now."
"Sixty thousand per square foot. If you want one, contact a gallery yourself."
Jiang Ye watched him walk away, his face pale.
·
What Jiang Ye never said was that he had kept that painting by his side all along.
For five years abroad, he worked himself to the bone during the day, then took out those old paintings at night and breathed in the lingering scent of ink.
He had once lost the most precious thing in his life.
Now, he would win it back, little by little.
One-on-one pairing. The pursuing partner is not inexperienced, but after they meet, they are devoted only to each other. A bittersweet story of breaking up and getting back together.
There were hidden circumstances behind what happened back then.
Theme: What is love, after all?