That Artist’s Painting

Ning Li did not have many photos in her phone, so she quickly scrolled to Lu Huaiyu's photo.

She recalled the time when Zhou Meng, Cao Jingxuan, and the other girls had been talking about this particular photo and all those confessions on the wall of the classroom.

Ning Li had not seen the sixteen-year-old Lu Huaiyu.

Although only five or six years had passed since his graduation, Lu Huaiyu's resume and experience were so plentiful that they gave the impression that a long time had passed.

She could see that his looks and face had not really changed much, but his temperament was really different.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

The caller ID showed that it was Lu Huaiyu.

Ning Li was in deep thought when the phone rang, so when she saw his name, her heart skipped a beat.

Her hand slipped and she clicked on the "End Call" button.

Ning Li helplessly held her forehead. After some thought, she called him back.