Mrs. Tan had a face full of pride.
But in Gu Yi'an's heart, there was a thud.
When it came to Bo Yi, the first thing that came to her mind was that painting she saw in the hospital, the one where an angel seemed to fall from heaven to hell, a holy angel being swallowed by darkness bit by bit!
Tan Jincheng only nodded slightly.
Gu Yi'an couldn't taste any flavor from the soup.
She didn't dare to look at Bo Yi and Tan Jincheng.
Thinking of that last painting, Gu Yi'an couldn't help but recall the scene at that time. That ambiguous photo of her and Lu Moran, and Bo Yi's words, "Another person is going to die."
Gu Yi'an slowly clenched her fists, finding no taste in her mouth.
Finally, she finished a bowl of soup.
Aunt Wu came to take the bowl away, while Mrs. Tan smiled, "Come see. You two didn't take wedding photos, and this one painted by Xiao Yi, I'm afraid it's even better than a photo!"
Tan Jincheng smiled lightly, "Really? Let me see."
