I Stole Your Heart Without Meaning To

“Bang.” Well, she... had transmigrated. Having just arrived, she had everything she needed except money. What to do? Set up a stall! Maid: “No, no, no! You’re the Second Young Lady.” Her: “Right, right, right. I’m the Second Young Lady.” The next day, a young couple were selling paintings on the streets of Nancheng. Several months later, he whispered a threat in her ear: “I hear you’re selling fake paintings?” She shook her head vigorously, then quickly nodded just as vigorously. He smiled, a cold glint in his eyes. “Paint one for me too.” Puzzled, she asked, “What should I paint?” He scoffed. “What can you paint?” She smiled smugly. “I can paint all sorts of things. Tell me what you want, and I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.” “Guarantee I’ll be satisfied...” He fell silent for a moment, then smiled. “What if I asked you to paint a heart?” Painting a heart seemed a little difficult. She furrowed her brows and asked, “Whose heart?” “The person standing right in front of you.” About the characters: How could the light of day understand the depths of night? Is it true, or false? Day and night will meet for a moment eventually. Even a fleeting shooting star can carry the weight of a thousand forces.