And indeed, she and he were truly fated.
That time, because of her second brother, Gu Yao gave up on the idea of asking Ais to paint, intending to visit the next day herself. But unexpectedly, Ais also came the next day...
"All done."
Ais held the palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, satisfied as he nodded at the masterpiece he had finally completed that afternoon.
"What do you think?" Ais turned to Gu Yao, who was staring blankly at the sea.
Gu Yao snapped out of her reverie, the sorrow in her eyes not yet dissipated.
She glanced at the painting instinctively, then looked at Ais, and that glance made her break into a smile.
"Why are you laughing? I didn't paint it that badly," Ais looked at his own painting.
It really wasn't bad; this was his pinnacle work. Before this, he had never imagined that one day he would paint, let alone paint so beautifully.
Gu Yao stood up, meaning to jump off the rock.
"Be careful."
