Another confession

  At the same time, Qian Ru Xi was also undergoing a torment.

  Nan Feng led her into a special room that was isolated from the outside, but inside it was also an art exhibition.

  The walls and display tables were filled with all sorts of paintings.

  There are oil paintings, pencil drawings, and some are even just quick sketches on homework paper.

  However, when Qian Yao walked into this room, she suddenly froze.

  Because every painting in here is of herself.

  There are childhood ones and current ones.

  There's the way she played with them when she was little, the way she fainted from illness, the way she ate, the way she talked to the butler, the way she scolded the maid, the way she threw toys at Mei Xiang...

  "Nan Feng Yi, what's going on with all of this?"

  Qian Wei's lips trembled and she struggled to make a sound.

  "Don't you understand yet, Xiao Zhi?"

  Nan Fengyin's voice was somewhat excited as he pulled her hand and led her in front of a larger oil painting.

  "This is the painting I won an award for, Xiao Zhi, take a closer look, did you understand it?"

  Qian Wei's eyes lingered on that painting.

  That's what she looks like when she swings on the swing.

  In the garden of a thousand homes, under that cherry blossom tree, she sat on the swing, flying in mid-air.

  It's strange that her face can't be seen in the painting, only her back and her long, wine-red hair fluttering in the wind.

  "Do you know, Xiao Zhi, from childhood to adulthood, I've always liked you." Nan Feng's eyes were filled with emotion as he looked at her, a hint of shyness on his face that was unique to a young man confessing: "Not because of family interests, but because... you are the one and only Qian Ye Zhi!"

  "You... you like me?" Qian Rouzi's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him.