Drawing Heart Short Story

I paint people's skin, and I paint their hearts. ------Jiang Lin could know what the person he painted was thinking through painting, but she never expected that she would encounter Wang Zhaosheng with a split personality while escaping from marriage. With an iceberg on one side and warmth on the other, Jiang Lin wondered: Which one of him in the novel is the real him? Wang Zhaosheng smiled: There is no need to doubt, the me in the wedding night is the real me. Conception: