‘Yearning, Sorrow, Passion’

It seemed as if Jiang Yi had immersed himself completely as he totally ignored the duo. He gazed deeply at the remarkably beautiful married woman before putting aside this painting and started moving his brush again.

This time, a handsome and refined middle-aged person was drawn. However, it was not like a portrait painting. Rather, it was a scene of Jiang Bieli saving him while abandoning his own life. There was a terrifying big hand imprint above the sky while Jiang Bieli held up a black shield and charged towards the big hand imprint resolutely.

"When you see this illusion, it would mean that I have died. Don't be sad because I have failed my responsibility as a father. I'm not worth being sad for."

The words left behind in the illusion of Jiang Bieli reverberated in Jiang Yi's mind once again. His entire mind had submerged into sadness as he stared at the painting blankly before he squinted his eyes gradually.