Chapter 8: Memories that Have Been Recreated

Aimlessly, Shi Nuan actually walked to the mall.

Maybe subconsciously, Shi Nuan wanted to meet Gu Nianyao, who was shopping with Wen Wan, even if he glanced at it from a distance.

He stands out like that, even in the vast crowd, Shi Nuan can instantly recognize him.

She is her deep love engraved in her blood and bones, Shi Nuan thought, after the divorce, she should live in the struggle of forgetting Gu Nianyao.

The corners of his lips hooked up a touch of bitterness, and Shi Nuan walked casually in the mall.

The shuttle figures gradually dispersed, making Shi Nuan's vision clear.

With just one glance, Shi Nuan's gaze froze.

It was a picture of a pink apricot blossom tree, and two small figures stood under the tree.

Shi Nuan was surprised and walked closer quickly.

The picture in front of her instantly coincided with the scene in her memory, Shi Nuan's fingertips trembled slightly, she wanted to touch it, but she saw the name of the painting.

"That Year, Apricot Blossom Light Rain"

This......

Shi Nuan's eyes couldn't help but tremble, the apricot blossoms met for the first time in the light rain, and the scene in this painting was obviously the first time she and Gu Nianyao met.

Is there such a similar coincidence?

She looked around in disbelief, only to find herself in an art exhibition.

Her eyes fell again, and every painting was reproducing her memory.

What is it?

Who is it?

Shi Nuan's heart trembled violently, and she walked to another painting.

Under the white wedding dress, the girl smiled so happily and movingly, and the eyes were full of love as if they were about to overflow.

This is her wedding to Gu Nianyao!

She is sure that the person in the painting is herself!

Shi Nuan's fingertips were cold, her brain was slightly roaring, and she didn't know what she was seeing in front of her.

But then, the next painting came into view.

In front of the tombstone, the girl in a black dress had a sad face, she was tired of crying, her eyes became unfocused, and the sadness and grief in it made Shi Nuan still remember the suffocating pain of the year.

Surprise is no longer enough to describe Shi Nuan's mood at the moment, her heart is a prelude to chaos.

She held on to the shelf behind her with some unsteadyness, she gasped hard, and when her heartbeat finally stabilized, her vision was filled with shock again.

That's what I looked like three days ago under the almond blossom tree.

How so?

Looking at himself in the picture, raising his head slightly, catching the petals, Shi Nuan's brain completely exploded.

Who is it?

Who painted her past?

Who is helping her keep her memories?

Shi Nuan's eyes swept in a panic, she couldn't believe that there was such a person in the world!

He frightened Shi Nuan, who was he?

Apricot sweater, white slacks, fluffy natural hair slightly waving between the eyebrows.

The man's eyes were tightly locked on Shi Nuan not far away, and there were longings and unwillingness that had been suppressed for many years.

Looking at the man who was gradually approaching in front of him, Shi Nuan forgot to breathe.

This was a face she was all too familiar with, but when he gradually approached, Shi Nuan felt that the aura emanating from his body was so unfamiliar.

The short blank space brought Shi Nuan back to his senses, and Wen Wan was actually not by Gu Nianyao's side.

The man stood still at a warm step, his eyes like the spring breeze, like the blue waves swaying, with a trace of warmth spread down.

Shi Nuan's heart melted in an instant, she had never gotten such warmth.

As if back to when she was fifteen years old, Shi Nuan couldn't control the corners of her lips, she adjusted her posture and looked elegant and decent, but there were some uncertain doubts in her eyes, "Nian Yao? ”