In the art design class, Jiang Weizhen's eyes fell on me for the first time.
>"Song Wenyin, your colors have soul." His voice was not high, but it ignited my entire sky.
>I confessed to him on a rainy night with my hot heart in my hands, but he only left me with a determined back that was wet by the rain.
>The place at the Milan Academy of Art became my salvation, and also became the poison of Li Yunxin's jealousy.
>When the stigma of "teacher-student love" swept the entire Internet, he shouldered all the charges alone and completely disappeared from my world.
>Two years later, in the water alley of Venice, I was wearing a wedding ring, and he was holding a strange woman on his arm.
>The moment we passed each other, I caught a glimpse of his studio's business card – "Wein Design".
>It turns out that he has been engraving my name in my life all these years.
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Intention: sadomasochism, single-mindedness.