"Mi Lu," Yang Zi blurted after she finished unwrapping the painting. She turned and stared at him suspiciously.
"Yes, she is the one," Yifeng said, staring at the painting. The painting reminded him of how happy the three of them normally played around the entire flower field. He could recall how happy they were, but sad ones replaced all those happy memories when she died. Her death dealt a tremendous blow on him. He only survived by luck.
"From the first time I saw her picture on the internet, I knew she was pretty, but why do I feel like she is prettier here?" Yang Zi asked, sounding jealous. "You spent a lot of time making her look so beautiful. Why is that?" Yang Zi asked, giving Yifeng a suspicious glare.
"Does she look prettier here? I never noticed," Yifeng said, his gaze on the painting. He could read jealousy over her. He really loved seeing her like this. It made him feel like she loves him dearly and that she is not willing to share her man with any other woman.
