Whether it's a bright red, or a warm velvet turmeric, whether it's a bright sky blue, or a sober grass green. They are still extremely brightly colored, as if they were freshly painted.

In this hall, hundreds of such paintings are hung.

The styles of these paintings may be different, but they all depict the same person, Ye Tingxi.

Ye Tingxi in the painting is the most handsome young man.

The fair and delicate skin seems to be soaked in the morning dew, the warm and gentle eyebrows and eyes seem to reflect the melting spring day, the high nose bridge is like a mountain covered with ice and snow, steep and straight, and the beautifully shaped lips are like the most delicate flowers in summer, shining in the hot sun.

Such a flawless face is absolutely unique in this world, and it can easily make almost everyone who faces him, even the most bright and moving girl, can't help but feel ashamed of himself.

However, on such a beautiful face that poured all the good wishes of God, there was not the slightest smile in taking evil.

To be precise, not only did he not smile, but his brows were still slightly furrowed, and there was even a faint melancholy in his glass-colored eyes.

Such a look makes people unconsciously feel a little pity and sympathy, and they can't wait to be the person in the painting to smooth the wrinkles on his eyebrows. Even his troubles and sorrows.

Dill looked at the paintings quietly, and the vague back in her mind became clear little by little.

She raised her hand, her slender fingers brushing the eyes of the person in the painting.

Gentle movements and focused expression. It was as if what she was in front of was not a cold painting, but a living man.

Fate is upside down, giving you thousands of faces, but the soul is constant, and the eyes are still bright.

Gradually, the man in the painting merges with the back in his mind, and together they form a vivid three-dimensional existence.

The man's brows were still slightly frowned, and there was still a hint of sorrow in his eyes, and he walked out of the painting elegantly and calmly, and slowly approached her with steady steps.

He raised his eyes slightly, his gaze changing the moment he looked at her. It's like melting the ice and snow in spring, and the breeze blows the willow branches, and everything becomes the most natural and beautiful.

He soothed his brows, his gaze was gentle and deep, as if it contained a thousand words, but after all, it only turned into a sigh and a whisper—

"Only for the Afterlife"

There was nothing in front of him except a painting framed in cold metal, but Dill stood stunned for a long time

After a long time, my legs became swollen and sore from standing for a long time, and my eyes became slightly blurry because of the long-term emptying.

The sourness in her calf slowly brought Dill back to her senses, and she staggered her gaze to stop looking at the painting in front of her.

Not only the reflection of the silver frame, but also the refraction of the sunlight outside the window, the moment Dill turned her head, her eyes actually sparkled with a little crystal.

In this world, there are tragedies of fate meeting and not staying together, and there are also regrets that you were born and I was not born, and I am old, but the most suffocating thing is not these.

Flowers on the other side, flowers bloom on the other side, you can't see the leaves when the flowers bloom, you can't see the words when there are leaves, the flowers and leaves don't see each other, and the life is wrong.

You met me, in the ethereal reincarnation, I saw you, after the long river of years