I have always thought that if one day he walks out of the painting, I will be with him regardless of whether he loves me or not.
However, it is impossible for him to really come out of the painting. What I fell in love with was a person in a painting. Even though he has slender fingers and gentle brows and eyes. But I know that he is a dead thing after all. It's just that the painter gave him a slender figure under the moonlight and long ink-colored hair floating in the wind.
I gently stroked his cheek with my hand. The long years and flowing moist air have given the originally thick drawing paper a strange texture. It felt like I was actually touching soft flesh. The paper was mixed with the fragrance of ink. I twitched my nose gently, and the moon-white robe began to come alive in the sparkling light.
When the mantra is slowly recited, what rises before your eyes is the past of the world. Jiuyue seemed to see her own confused life through these past experiences. In the most beautiful girlhood, she tirelessly pursued her sweetheart and composed the most beautiful Cangwu ballad with her own hand.