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The cold white lights of the exhibition hall left a lingering bitterness in Shen Zhiyi's eyes. The phrase collaborative artist was like a fine thorn pricking at her heart, vibrating slightly with every beat. Even the tips of her fingers, which usually held her brushes with such steady grace, felt an imperceptible chill. For days, she had used work as an excuse to politely push away Lu Wanheng's attempts to get closer. She maintained a clear sense of distance, neither too intimate nor lacking in decorum,…-
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Distance Created by a Title The preparation for the exhibition hall at the Riverside Art Center entered its final stage. Lu Wanheng had booked the entire main exhibition floor to set up Shen Zhiyi’s solo illustration exhibition. From the wall colors to the lighting angles, from the frame selection to the flow of the layout, she handled everything personally, wishing she could offer the very best of everything to Shen Zhiyi. Shen Zhiyi spent her days in the exhibition hall, sketching layouts against the…
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Old Shadows Disturb the Heart Su Mans return to the country was like a lingering, thick fog, pressing heavily upon every inch of air between the investment bank tower and the old art studio. Within just three days, she had completely mastered Lu Wanhengs daily routine—down the elevator at exactly six o'clock every evening to escort Shen Zhiyi back to the Old Town District studio, rain or shine, without fail. On the evening of the fourth day, a fine, cold rain began to fall in Wugang. The drizzle mixed…
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Mist Rising in the Heart Late autumn in Wugang was damper and colder than usual. By five in the evening, the remaining glow of dusk was swallowed by thick fog until only a faint, dim yellow remained. The glass curtain walls of the investment banking tower reflected the hazy light, and the flow of traffic in the plaza below surged slowly like a metallic river wrapped in mist. Lu Wanheng closed the final project report and took off her gold-rimmed glasses to rub the bridge of her nose. The phone on her…
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Undercurrents of the Heart On Tuesday afternoon, on the top floor of the investment bank building, the long discussion in the conference room had just ended. Executives left one after another, leaving Lu Wanheng sitting alone in the head seat, rubbing her aching temples. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wugang was wrapped in a grayish-white mist. The river view was blurred into a single mass, much like her disciplined life over the past ten years—precise and efficient, yet cold and rigid, without a…
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It was nearly midnight when she returned to the studio. The fog of Wugang clung to the glass windows, condensing into fine water droplets that blurred the lights of the Old Town District into a gentle haze. Shen Zhiyi leaned against the wooden door, the lingering warmth of the cedar scent from the car still on her fingertips. The flush on her cheeks refused to fade as her mind repeatedly replayed the moment their eyes met in the car—Lu Wanheng’s lowered lashes, his restrained gaze, his fingertips…
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Entwined Gazes The black sedan drove steadily away from the old garden house district, moving slowly along the riverside path. Thick white fog surged up from the sea, condensing into fine water droplets on the car windows, blurring the outside neon lights into a warm glow and turning the cabin into an independent, private little world. Wrapped in Lu Wanheng’s velvet blazer, Shen Zhiyi huddled in the passenger seat. The lingering scent of cedar mingled with the faint aroma of champagne on the jacket, a…
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Heart Towards Wanheng The afternoon Shen Zhiyi received Lu Wanheng's invitation to the cocktail party, she stood helplessly in front of the few plain clothes in her studio wardrobe for a full half-hour. The message from the other woman was gentle: There is a niche art cocktail party on Saturday night with some friends from design and galleries. If you would like to come, I will pick you up. There was no condescending charity or forced accommodation, just a calm invitation, as natural as being handed a…
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Fog-Locked Old City Autumn in Wugang is softened by the soaking fog. At five-thirty in the morning, the leaden thick fog was like a piece of water-logged cotton, tightly wrapping the entire coastal old city. Even the branches of the crooked banyan tree at the alley entrance were condensed with a layer of fine, cold water droplets that went drip, drip, falling onto the bluestone-paved road and blooming into faint rings of water marks. Shen Zhiyi was awakened by this dripping sound—not a natural…
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Chapter 9: Don't Make Me Tie You Up Do you know what you did wrong? Shen Li had gone from shouting curses at the beginning to gradually falling silent as slap after slap landed on his backside. Summer clothes couldn't block the man's strength at all. Gu Yunzhao was well aware of how much force he was using; Shen Li's bottom was likely already swollen after just a few hits. Just a moment ago, the boy had been screaming for him to pay the price, but now he was remarkably quiet. Gu Yunzhao was a bit…-
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