Su Huan's heart was a jumble of emotions, unsure of how to respond. She slowly turned her head to look at Gu Beixian. He didn't smile often, but when he did, it was truly captivating, as if spring breeze carried tenderness for miles, his eyes dark and clear, twinkling like stars and seas. He was about to be with the person he loved; he must be very happy. Su Huan also smiled, a smile that came after her heart had shattered completely, "I wish you happiness too." After saying this, she turned and got into the car. As soon as the car door closed, tears streamed down her face, new wounds added to old pains, hurting so much she just wanted to curl up. The driver lifted the suitcase into the trunk, got into the car, and started the engine. Watching the car speed away, Gu Beixian's smile froze on his lips, the light in his eyes gradually dimming. Back at the Su residence. Su Huan pulled her suitcase through the door. Seeing her swollen red eyes and the suitcase in her hand, Su Peilan was taken aback, "Daughter, what happened to you?" Su Huan bent down to change her shoes, forcing calmness as she said, "I'm moving back to live here." Su Peilan shot up from the sofa, "Are you and Gu Beixian separating?" "Yes, his ex-girlfriend came back." Upon hearing this, Su Peilan's anger surged, "Three years ago, when Gu Beixian had a car accident, the doctor said he would never be able to get out of the wheelchair for the rest of his life, and that ex-girlfriend of his just abandoned him and ran away! It was you who accompanied him to seek medical treatment at home and abroad, massaged his legs, helped him with rehabilitation, and took care of him day and night like a nanny! And now, just because he can run and jump again, that woman comes back, how shameless! And Gu Beixian too, for such a heartless and ungrateful woman, he actually let you go! Is he blind?"

Su Huan bent down to take out a check from her suitcase and stuffed it into her hand, 'This is the compensation he gave.' Su Peilan stared at the long string of zeros on the check, her eyes suddenly widening. After counting, there were a full eight zeros after the one! Her expression eased a bit, 'It's not about the money. Can money be used to bully someone like this?' Su Huan lowered her eyelids and said softly, 'How many couples get divorced, with the man not giving a penny and even scheming against the woman. Some men, in order not to divide the property, even kill their wives. Compared to that, Gu Beixian is already decent.' 'But can you swallow this anger?' Su Huan gave a bitter smile, 'What else can I do? Cry, make a scene, threaten to hang myself? Is making such a ugly fuss useful? It's useless. His heart is not with me, it's meaningless to force him to stay, and I can't keep him anyway. Mom, I'm tired, I want to go to sleep for a while.' 'Go ahead,' Su Peilan said with a sigh, looking at her with aching heart. This child is too sensible, so sensible it breaks one's heart. Su Huan turned and went to the bedroom. She slept for two days and nights. Su Peilan was so worried that she came in from time to time to check her breathing. Actually, Su Huan didn't really sleep much, she just didn't want to move, didn't feel hungry, felt weak and powerless all over, as if a big piece of her heart was missing, and it felt as if the sky had collapsed. On the third day, she struggled to get up. After washing up, she called Gu Beixian: 'Is the divorce agreement ready? When shall we go through the procedures?' Gu Beixian was silent for a moment before saying, 'I'm on a business trip, let's talk when I get back.' 'Okay, then I'll go to work. Call me in advance when you're coming.' 'You found a job so quickly? Where?'

He asked with a concerned tone. 'I've been getting calls from an antique shop, asking me to come over.' 'Don't push yourself too hard. If you're short on money, just let me know,' he said in a deep, gentle voice, as if infused with moonlight, enticing and addictive. Su Huan felt a pang in her heart and replied distantly, 'I'm not short, thank you.' After breakfast, Su Huan took a taxi to the Ancient Treasure Studio. She was greeted by the young owner of the shop, Shen Huai. Wearing a light blue shirt and khaki trousers, he was tall and slender, with a clean temperament, gentle and refined as jade. After introducing Su Huan to the people downstairs, Shen Huai took her upstairs to introduce her to the shop's senior treasure appraiser, Cui Shousheng. 'Mr. Cui, this is the successor of the 'Holy Hand of Restoration', Mr. Su's disciple, Su Huan, who specializes in restoring ancient paintings and calligraphy. From now on, she will be our shop's cultural relic restorer. If you have any doubts, you can consult with her.' Cui Shousheng, nearly sixty years old, sized up Su Huan through his reading glasses. A young girl in her early twenties, how could she be a cultural relic restorer? At her age, he was still an apprentice, yet the young owner held her in such high regard, even asking him to consult with her! He agreed politely on the surface, but inwardly he was very unconvinced! After Shen Huai left, he asked Su Huan, 'Young Su, you're so young, how many years have you been in the profession?' Su Huan smiled faintly, 'Over ten years.' Cui Shousheng found it unbelievable, 'How old are you this year?' 'Twenty-three.'

Cui Shousheng thought to himself that the young girl, though not much older, was quite the braggart; he couldn't wait to see her get her comeuppance! In this line of work, one relies on true skill, not just on flapping one's gums! As they were talking, a clerk came upstairs to call for someone. Su Huan and Cui Shousheng went downstairs. They saw a man in his thirties holding a dirty and old antique painting, asking if it could be restored. Cui Shousheng glanced at it and thought, this could hardly be called a painting; it was a blackened mess, tattered and wrinkled, and full of wormholes. Such extensive damage could only be confidently tackled by top restoration experts in the country. He looked at Su Huan with schadenfreude and said, 'Little Su, everyone is watching you, don't let them down.' Su Huan walked over, picked up the painting, and after examining it carefully, she told the customer, 'It can be restored.' Upon hearing this, the customer was overjoyed, 'Who will do it? How long will it take?' 'Me, three days will be enough.' 'You?' The customer sized up the twenty-something, vivacious Su Huan with skepticism, 'This is a genuine work by Wang Jian, one of the "Four Wangs" from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties! The auction price starts at millions; don't ruin it for me!' Everyone looked at Su Huan with doubtful eyes; three days? That's too arrogant. Cui Shousheng smacked his lips and stroked his beard, saying, 'Little Su, it's a good thing that you young people are fearless like calves facing tigers, but you must also know your limits. If you damage this for the customer, it will ruin the reputation of our Antique Treasure House. With such extensive damage, even top restoration experts wouldn't dare say they could fix it in three days. They spend months or even years restoring an antique painting, don't they?'

The implied meaning: Don't overestimate yourself! Su Huan said firmly, 'It can be done in three days. If it's damaged during the repair, I will compensate double the market price.' The customer, who originally wanted to get the painting repaired for auction, immediately agreed upon hearing this good deal, 'Words are not enough, let's sign a contract.' 'Okay.' After estimating the price and signing the contract, Su Huan took the ancient painting to the restoration room upstairs. She pushed open the door. Inside, there were two large red solid wood tables about half a person high, and all kinds of restoration tools such as brushes, hoof knives, sheep's stomach towels, hair brushes, and rice paper were readily available. The restoration of ancient paintings mainly involves four processes: 'washing, revealing, mending, and completing.' Su Huan asked someone to boil a pot of water and began to rinse the ancient painting with a brush dipped in boiling water. Every stroke was done with great care, both to wash away the stains and to prevent the strong water flow from damaging the fragile paper fibers of the ancient painting. It sounds easy, but it's hard to do. Fortunately, she has been repairing ancient paintings with her grandfather since childhood, and she has become skilled at this. Gu Beixian's grandparents also have a passion for collecting antiques, and in the past two years, she has almost taken on all of their ancient painting restoration work. Not to mention this level of ancient painting, even older and more severely damaged ones, she has repaired them all. Time was pressing, and Su Huan was so busy in the following days that she couldn't lift her head. It's good to be busy, as being busy can temporarily forget Gu Beixian, even diluting the sadness. Three days later, the customer came to collect the painting. Su Huan brought the restored ancient painting to the first floor. The customer looked at the painting that was vastly different from before and was stunned, 'Is this the painting I brought? You didn't switch it for me, did you?'

Cui Shousheng, the store manager, and the clerks all came over, equally astonished. The ancient painting depicted undulating mountains, with steep and precipitous peaks, and the trees in the mountains were lush and lifelike. Was this the same ancient painting that had been as ragged as a dishcloth, with its image blurred and indistinct? Su Huan said indifferently, 'An instrument can be used to test its authenticity.' After the test, the customer gave Su Huan a thumbs up and left satisfied with the painting. From then on, the news spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, until the entire Antique Street knew that Gu Baozhai had a new young and beautiful ancient painting restorer, just over twenty years old, whose skills were comparable to those of a national-level restoration master! In the evening. Gu Beixian called, 'My car is parked at the entrance of your shop, come out.' Hearing the familiar voice, Su Huan's heart throbbed painfully. She looked at her watch and said softly, 'It's getting dark, we won't make it to the Civil Affairs Bureau now, how about going tomorrow morning?' Gu Beixian was silent for a moment, 'It's grandma who wants to see us, she says there's something very important.'