On the eve of my wedding, when I was cleaning the wedding room, I accidentally came across the oil painting on the wall of the living room. Lu Zhian frowned and said immediately:
"Be careful and don't touch that."
The artist of the painting is Lu Zhi'an's childhood friend Xu Yue.
I just had a waist injury, so I worked hunched over for a long time, but he was indifferent.
As soon as he touched the painting, he immediately noticed it.
"Lu Zhian, if you care about this painting so much, you might as well enshrine him."
Lu Zhi'an heard the concern in my tone and came over to explain: "I didn't mean it like that. This is a wedding gift given to us by Yueyue. It's always bad if it gets damaged."
Gift?
I stared at the painting, which showed a girl in a wedding dress, lowering her head and smiling shyly. The girl's profile didn't look like mine, but she looked almost like Xu Yue.
Who would draw a picture of themselves in a wedding dress and give it to their friends?
"Took down our wedding photos just to hang them up?"
I looked at him mockingly: "You stand in front of the painting every day, can't you see that Xu Yue is painting herself?"
Lu Zhi'an pretended to be stupid as usual: "How could it be possible? Don't worry too much. This is just a painting."
I sneered. Lu Zhian looked at me impatiently. He thought I was going to quarrel with him again.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
It doesn't matter whether we get married or not, I'm tired.
From now on, even if Lu Zhi'an kneels down to beg me, I won't want him anymore.
Intention: Girl, your road is ahead, don't look back.