Chapitre 38: Chapter 39 You Kissed (3)

She understood her son; when it came to painting, he always had a great talent, which must have been inherited from that man.

The reason he never painted hair and eyes on this portrait was simple: he wasn't certain which colors to use—because she had never told him anything about his father.

What he looked like, what his job was, what he excelled in...

She didn't want to deceive him, but that man was too outstanding; she couldn't speak of him.

Gently closing the book in her hands and returning it to its place, Gan Yuan tucked in her little one and tiptoed out of his bedroom. Back in her own room, she stepped onto the terrace and was lost in thought as she gazed into the night.

The spring night was warm yet chilly. The wind blew from afar, sneaking in through the cuffs and collars, like a cold hand caressing the skin.

Hugging her arms, she casually glanced around; a black sedan parked downstairs caught her attention, and she raised a curious eyebrow.