Ji Niandong reached out, tracing the lines of the sketch through the glass frame with her fingers, as if feeling each stroke she once made.
"Husband, I seem to feel how earnest I was when drawing it. I usually sketch casually at home, but rarely do portraits. And I drew it so well. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't believe I drew this." She turned to look at Lu Beichen, "Husband, I was so dedicated to drawing this for you, how could I possibly have had no feelings for you then?"
Lu Beichen's heart trembled, and he reached out to hold her shoulder. Back then... did she have feelings for him?
Wasn't it mostly gratitude for his help back then?
Lu Beichen dared not respond to her, so he just said, "You really put your heart into it back then. You spent the whole afternoon drawing!"
He took a breath and continued, "The night I was drugged, you were delivering the framed picture, but it shattered the moment you entered. I had it reframed later."
