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‘Xiao Wei’, that was Zhang Zhen’s handwriting.

When he wrote her name, he liked to use beautiful artistic font. He stubbornly believed that she was unique in his heart. Even when he wrote her name, he was very serious and never sloppy.

It was obvious that the word had been freshly painted. The overlapping traces were very clear compared to the dim ceiling.

From where Zhang Zhen was sitting, he could see Zhou Wei’s name when he looked up.

She was unhappy that he would rather spend most of his time in the ‘study’ to compose, but she did not know that he could see her name when he looked up. This was probably the only other action he could do in this narrow space besides getting up.

Zhou Wei’s expression began to relax for a moment. She paused for a while and the phone on the table suddenly rang.

The call was from Zhang Zhen’s parents. They were asking when she would be able to pack up her son’s belongings and come to take them.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wei began to pack up the things on the table. There was an anonymous letter under the draft, no mailing address, and no recipient.

She curiously opened the envelope. The letter was from Zhang Zhen.

He was prepared to bid farewell to his former self.

In the past, he had taken up the job of drawing arrangement, balancing his interests and hobbies, but he had less time to accompany her.

He was more hardworking than many people. Traces of this could be seen from these thick stacks of manuscripts. He longed for success and a better life for Zhou Wei. Whenever he was trapped in this world and felt tired and bored, he would always look up at Zhou Wei’s name that he had personally written. It would give him infinite motivation, as if she was still by his side, spurring him to continue so that he could not give up.

However, his dream was the opposite of reality. When he tried to get closer to his dream, he was further and further away from Zhou Wei.

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One day, when he found that his girlfriend had nothing to say to him, he would find the crux of the problem.

She was an innocent girl who liked to be surprised and touched, but he was introverted and not good with words.

One day, when time had worn away the sweetness and feelings between the two of them, leaving only a wave of dead water, he suddenly began to feel sorry for her.

In his letter, he had mentioned her gentle and sweet smile at the beginning of their relationship. That smile was like the sun to him, shining into his heart and unforgettable.

One day, when that ray of sunlight was covered by dark clouds, all that was left between her brows was haze and fatigue.

Therefore, he was prepared to change himself. Just like what Zhou Wei had thought, he would find a job and work hard together.

This also explained why he would always disappear mysteriously a few days before the accident.

He had sent many resumes to his old computer.

He put away the paintbrush that he treasured and stopped ordering sketching paper online. Instead, he made a list of things she used to like. However, he did not expect that he would die before her wish came true.

She was eager to find the other things he had left behind. She opened the things he had left behind. It was a mobile phone in a bag. After the incident, the police had found it at the scene. The screen was broken, but it could still be used.

His phone’s password had been the same for many years. It was always her birthday.

When he turned on his phone, Zhou Wei found that the text message he received two days before the accident showed that he had withdrawn a large amount of money a few days ago and didn’t know where he had spent it.

He hadn’t been buying a lot of things recently, and he didn’t even mention spending money before the accident, which made her very curious.

She had asked Zhang Zhen’s parents, but the two sad old men knew nothing about it.

She guessed that something had happened to Zhang Zhen and he was in urgent need of money, or he had lent the money to a friend.

Zhou Wei thought for a long time, but he had no clue.

She felt that she couldn’t go on like this. She should put an end to her past.

When Zhou Wei came to the West Lake where the two often came to when they first started dating, she remembered that the two had quarreled here when the lanterns were first lit.

That was the only time the two of them had a loud argument. His personality was too boring, and he couldn’t even speak, which made her even more hysterical.

When she left in the taxi, he stood behind her with a helpless expression.

The more memories he had, the more clear Zhang Zhen’s original vague image became in Zhou Wei’s memory. She seemed to have found the sweet feeling of the past and forgot how much she resisted the West Lake, which they liked to go to at the beginning of their love.

When she came to West Lake, she had sworn to him that she would display her works in an Art Gallery here.

When she came to the Art Gallery along the cobblestone path, she remembered the scene when she and Zhang Zhen had come here in the early years.

At that time, he was still young, and his expression was not as tired as it was later. His eyes were full of vitality and longing.

“I hope that one day, this place will be filled with my works for everyone to appreciate.”

She couldn’t help but laugh.

a master’s work is only given its unique value after the master’s death. After she said that, she smiled and coaxed him, ”

“But don’t be discouraged. Even if others don’t watch it, I will definitely watch it with you on that day.”

At that time, the two of them were laughing and laughing. At that time, the two of them were inseparable. Later on, they gradually stopped talking about dreams because she resisted.

Of course, Zhang Zhen never said that he wanted to fill the Art Gallery with his works again, and the two never came to this Art Gallery together again. At that time, the oath she had made was no longer valid.

The people who came out of the Art Gallery looked at her with surprise and surprise. She was immersed in her own memories, so she didn’t care about the others ‘eyes.

When she stepped into the Art Gallery, Zhou Wei was stunned.

There were paintings of her all over the place.

There were scenes of her when she was asleep, smiling, unhappy and sullen, and also scenes of her when she was deep in thought.

It was as if she had entered a wonderful world. This place was filled with her shadows, and there seemed to be mirrors hanging all around, reflecting her different looks.

These were Zhang Zhen’s paintings, but she had never known that he would draw so many of her and put them in this Art Gallery.

On each painting was written,”the love of this life, please marry me as your wife!”

She trembled uncontrollably. When she thought that love had been destroyed day after day, when she thought that he didn’t understand romance and love, when she thought that there was only habit and peace between the two of them, when she thought that love was of little value, she forgot the sweetness she had tasted in the beginning.

At the beginning of their relationship, he had said that he would propose to her in the most special way, but later on, he didn’t even say anything romantic. She had always thought that he was a liar and thought that he had long forgotten his promise, but she didn’t expect him to remember it in his heart.

It turned out that love had not disappeared. It was just locked in a corner of her heart, suppressed and not allowed to appear.

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The fact that he loved her didn’t ring in her ears every day through his words, but through bits and pieces of his life and trivial matters.

When she was no longer obsessed with complaining about him, those minor details became very clear.

He woke up early to cook for her. He made her coffee when she worked overtime. He carefully bookmarked the books she had read halfway. When she returned home, her slippers were always in the most comfortable position. There was always a cup of hot water waiting for her at home.

When the person in charge of the Art Gallery rushed over, he recognized her and said that Zhang Zhen had given her some instructions. He also mentioned that someone wanted to buy the painting.

Zhou Wei couldn’t hear anything. After Zhang Zhen’s funeral, the sadness and tears that she had been holding back suddenly burst out. She cried like a heartbroken child.