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In the 22nd year of the Republic of China, in the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the sun had just risen. On the Qingqiao of Mingxin Lake outside Qingzhu Village, a train rushed past with a bunch of white smoke. The wild chrysanthemums on the ground were tilted by the strong wind of the train. Yujie's light green jacket and trousers were covered with dirt, and her messy hair was blowing in the wind. She lowered her head quietly, looking at the fragments of white jade she held in her hands, and tears continued to streak down her cheeks. She had been standing by the lake like this for a whole day and night. A pair of birds flew out of the bamboo forest. She raised her head and smiled faintly at the birds in the sky. Yujie closed her eyes and squeezed out the last drop of tears, then slowly tilted her hands, and the broken jade slipped from her hands and fell silently to the grass. She walked slowly toward the lake, and all her heartache and resentment disappeared like smoke the moment her body touched the lake. If there was an afterlife, she would definitely stay far away and not meet him again, let alone have the same face as her...

He was an ordinary little painter, the father of a child, and a mute who could not speak. However, he met her who came to heal her wounds that spring and fell in love with her involuntarily. However, his love is destined to be humble and unblessed. He could only hide in the corner quietly and love her quietly... He thought that this love would be buried forever with her departure, but their fate was extended because of a painting. Want to know whether he will continue to pay silently or pursue love bravely? Come with me to find the answer...