In a 19th century painting, the person in the painting is actually a modern woman painting. What kind of mystery is this? What's the cause and effect? Did she change him? Or did he change her? Without her appearance, how would he, the greatest French Impressionist painter and the son of a famous banker, write his chapter in the history of art? And she herself, no matter what sudden changes in time and space she experiences, why can't she get rid of the love that has been integrated into her bones? Zhuo, Degas, Qiao... Will they inevitably intersect in every life because of her?
This is a romantic work that involves profound art, I believe it will shock your soul in a completely different way!
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