In the faint light and shadow, his figure is very slender, exuding a faint aura of loneliness.
In fact, he is also a very outstanding man, young and promising, righteous, and has a majestic but attractive extraordinary temperament.
There should be a lot of women around him, but as God would have it, he discovered the true meaning of love at the wrong time.
It made me feel sad and lonely.
"Lin Han." Yu Keqing's voice brought a refreshing chill to people in the summer night.
Lin Han turned his head to look at her and smiled slightly. In the dim light, his smile was very light.
"I'm sorry to see you so late."
Yu Keqing shook her head and chuckled.
"I just finished sorting out some of my mother's works, so I stopped by to tell you something."
"Well, what's the matter?"
"The person who hit you had died accidentally abroad, and the case can no longer be investigated."
Yu Keqing was not surprised, because Cheng Haochen had already told her just now.
She said sincerely, "Thank you for your hard work."
Lin Han raised the object in his hand with a gloomy expression. He gently handed it to Yu Keqing, "This is for you."
Yu Keqing took it and saw that it was an oil painting.
The oil painting shows a poetic scenery, with rolling hillsides, green grass, and green woods all around. At the foot of the hillside, on the tender grass, wild flowers are like dots of stars.
A girl is holding a flower basket and picking wild flowers. The girl's expression is very peaceful and gentle, just like this spring season, full of tranquility and beauty.
"The name of this painting is 'Spring Scene'. My mother once told me that the painting was a scene in the countryside, but she admired the girl based on the figure of a girl in the community.
She liked this painting very much. Someone once offered it tens of millions, but her mother never sold it.
After my mother passed away, you often came to our garden to water the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. It was then that I discovered that you were so similar to the figure in the painting.
On the anniversary of my parents' death in the first year, I wanted to burn this painting and bring it to them. But in the end I resisted because I also liked this painting very much.
Not long ago, a friend of my mother held a personal painting exhibition for my mother. Someone offered a higher price than before, but I still didn't sell it because I felt that this painting should belong to you."