Wen Meimei nodded, "Back then I didn't know he was such a famous painter; I thought he was just a grumpy old man."
Qiao Chengxun couldn't help but ask, "What is the mystery behind this painting?"
Wen Meimei paused for a moment, then slowly turned her head to look at the man's icy, indifferent handsome face.
"There's no mystery, really. This painting was just something Grandpa Rambling drew for me, but the next day he disappeared without leaving the painting for me. I cried for a long time over this."
"Grandpa Rambling?"
"Yes, that's Master Luoshen. He wouldn't stop talking when he was painting, so I called him Grandpa Rambling."
"The other person in the painting, who is it?"
Wen Meimei's smile stiffened for a moment, and she slowly lowered her eyes, pushing the emerging sadness back into her heart.
The little boy in the painting was the pain in her heart.
"He is the most important person in my life."
The most important person in her life... was he her beloved?