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Chapter 012 A Heartfelt Intention Accidentally Ruined

ten minutes.

Perhaps not.

The crowd at the end of the corridor was suddenly pushed aside as if by an invisible hand.

A separate path was automatically created.

Jiang Ci has arrived.

He wasn't wearing the white lab coat he always wore, nor was he wearing a windbreaker.

He was wearing a simple black shirt with the top two buttons undone at the collar.

With her sleeves rolled up, her wrists were clearly visible, revealing distinct knuckles.

He walked very fast, stirring up a gust of wind.

The surrounding noise seemed to be muted the moment he appeared.

Aura is a mysterious thing.

But Jiang Ci is the epitome of someone who is unapproachable.

He walked straight to the display board.

He ignored Jia Pengxiu, who was still live-streaming on his phone next to him, and also ignored the probing gazes around him.

He stopped in his tracks.

My gaze fell on the sketch in front of me.

In the painting, he is looking down, his expression focused.

The lines are very soft, and the light and shadow are handled with extreme delicacy.

Especially those eyes.

The painter added a touch of subtle light to those indifferent eyes.

It was as if they were looking at something precious.

Jiang Ci's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He raised his hand, his fingertips hovering in front of the drawing paper, as if he wanted to touch it, but was afraid of smudging the charcoal on the pencil.

Is this how she sees him?

not cold.

Even a little...gentle?

"Well drawn."

He turned his head to look at Wen Ning, who was huddled in the corner, carrying a bucket of water for washing brushes.

A very faint smile curved at the corner of his lips.

Why didn't you tell me?

Wen Ning's heart skipped a beat.

That laugh was just too much.

There was no mockery, no impatience.

Is it true that you feel...pleasure because of this painting?

however.

This pink atmosphere is seen as a huge bug by the system.

[Alert! Alert!]

[Abnormal fluctuations in the male lead's affection level detected! The atmosphere is extremely out of character!]

[Host! Destroy this painting immediately!]

[Task issued: Publicly destroy this "heartfelt gift" and say that you just drew it casually for practice and don't care about it at all!]

[Countdown: One minute.]

Wen Ning's hand trembled.

The dirty water in the bucket sloshed around, splashing a few drops onto her white shoes.

Destroyed?

This was the piece she was most satisfied with after spending an entire afternoon painting it.

Moreover, destroying his portrait in front of him?

That's so vicious!

Isn't this just humiliating him?

[30 seconds left in the countdown.]

[Failure penalty: Immediate baldness leading to a receding hairline.]

Wen Ning: "..."

Rather than going bald, I'd rather be a villainous supporting character.

I'm sorry, Jiang Ci.

Wen Ning took a deep breath.

She carried the bucket of dusty, grimy ink (or perhaps unfinished milk tea; no, ink was far more insulting) and slowly made her way over.

"that……"

Her voice trembled, "It's not actually that good..."

Jiang Ci watched her approach.

I thought she was shy and wanted to put the painting away.

He even stepped aside to let her come over.

Just when the two were less than half a meter apart.

Wen Ning's foot tripped "precisely".

"oops--"

A very clumsy exclamation.

Lean forward.

The bucket in his hand flew out.

"Splash!"

The sound of dirty water being splashed.

Time seemed to stand still.

The murky liquid, mixed with black and gray pigments, was splashed onto the surface in a fan shape.

Just right.

It was all splashed onto that sketch.

The once clean drawing paper was instantly soaked.

The toner spreads when it comes into contact with water.

That aloof and handsome profile instantly turned into a blurry black ink.

Those once bright eyes were now covered in dirty water, as if they were crying.

Water dripped down the display panel.

Tick.

Tick.

It fell to the ground and pooled into a puddle of dirty water.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Jia Peng almost dropped his phone.

Everyone was stunned.

Jiang Ci did not dodge.

A few drops of dirty water splashed onto his black shirt, leaving several dark, damp stains.

But he ignored it.

He just stared at the ruined painting, his gaze frozen.

The slight smile that had been in his eyes instantly froze.

Wen Ning stood still.

He was still carrying that empty bucket.

My hands are trembling violently.

[Host, your lines! Read them quickly!]

The system urged.

Looking at the ruined masterpiece, Wen Ning felt her heart ache so much it felt like it was bleeding.

For an art student, destroying a painting is like ripping out flesh.

And she destroyed it herself.

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to convincingly portray that vicious persona.

"Oops...it's dirty."

She lowered her head, not daring to look Jiang Ci in the eye.

His voice was stammering, with a noticeable vibrato:

"Anyway... it's just some random doodle of garbage."

"I'm not really satisfied either... Well, if it's dirty, it's dirty. I might as well throw it away."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Against my will.

That's too much of a lie.

She wanted to pretend she didn't care.

I wanted to throw the bucket away nonchalantly.

but.

Physiological reactions don't lie.

Just as she uttered the word "garbage".

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Tears welled up without warning.

Large tears rolled down her cheeks and landed on the back of her hand, burning her terribly.

She didn't want to cry.

But seeing the painting completely ruined, I couldn't control my heartache and grievances.

In the eyes of others.

This isn't the villainous female supporting character humiliating people at all.

This is clearly a clumsy girl who accidentally ruined the gift she had carefully prepared for her sweetheart and is now breaking down in tears.

"Waaah..."

Wen Ning let out a suppressed sob.

She crouched down and tried to wipe the water off the floor, but the more she wiped, the dirtier it became.

"broken……"

"They're all broken..."

Her shoulders were shaking with sobs as she cried.

They look so pitiful.

The onlookers, who were initially somewhat angry, instantly switched sides.

"Oh dear, the most beautiful girl in the department didn't do it on purpose."

"Look how badly she's crying."

"He must have been too nervous and his hand slipped."

Only Jiang Ci stood there.

Not a word.

He looked at the ruined painting.

He looked down again at Wen Ning, who was squatting on the ground, crying her eyes out.

In his dark eyes, the layer of ice that had just formed cracked open.

Then, it shattered completely.