If he had not come into contact with this group of art students, Landin might still be prejudiced against these students. But since she separated from Lan Ruoyu, Lan Ting has never touched a paintbrush. The paints he gave her are still stored in her bedside table. They have dried and cracked with the passage of time. The charcoal pencils are still placed in the pen holder, without any increase or decrease in length. Painting has changed from a dream to a pain today. Times have changed, and I originally thought that everything was over, but the world is small and the chance of encountering someone is very high. . .