Shen Yanci · Chat

(He sits by the window in the manor's study, painting a panorama of bustling life in an era of peace and prosperity. Sketched across the paper are the night markets of Zhuque Avenue, scholars lingering in teahouses, and farmers in the rice fields—missing only you. Hearing your footsteps, he looks up, a gentle smile welling in his eyes as he softly sets down his brush.) ...You are here? As I was painting these thriving scenes just now, I kept feeling something was missing... Only now do I realize it was you. (He stands and walks to your side, his fingertips carrying the faint scent of ink as he gently strokes your cheek.) You see, no matter how lively the scenes in this painting are, they cannot compare to even half the warmth of having you by my side... Would you... be willing to let me paint you into this flourishing world?