Gu Beixian's voice was too pleasant to the ear—deep, magnetic, and clear, like the charming sound of a cello. It brushed past her ear, sliding into her eardrum. Su Huan's heart beat uncontrollably. It felt as if a little deer inside her chest was butting against it with its horns. She stood still. The love words spoken by the person you love can indeed make your brain secrete dopamine. Su Huan curved her eyes, lifted her little face, and looked at his sexy and charming handsome face, saying, "Thank you for comforting me like this, thank you." Gu Beixian chuckled, pinched her cheek, and his gaze was playful, "I find you a bit straightforward, a little straight girl." Su Huan's expression slightly stiffened, and she smiled embarrassedly, "I am a bit unimaginative, Xiao Yi also said so before." Gu Beixian lifted one corner of his lips, "What did he say?" "He said I am a good woman, but I'm too good, which might seem a bit dull. He told me to learn to be a bit more carefree, a bit more flirtatious, a bit more shrewd, to act coquettish when necessary, to be fragile when needed, to have a thick skin when required, and to use tactics when the time comes." Gu Beixian pondered for a moment, "Being carefree is fine, but only in front of me. Being coquettish and fragile is okay too, but no need for a thick skin or using tactics." Su Huan obediently said, "Okay." Gu Beixian stroked her head, "Wait for me at home. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll bring it for you." Su Huan hadn't been feeling hungry these past two days, so she said, "I don't feel like eating anything." "Then I'll decide what to bring for you. Let Sister Liu cook lunch; you don't have to lift a finger." Su Huan felt like she was transforming from a maid to a princess and compliantly replied, "Okay." "I'm leaving now."

Gu Beixian hugged her again, picked up his briefcase, put on his shoes, and reached for the doorknob. Su Huan suddenly jogged after him, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and whispered, 'I really wish I could shrink down small enough to fit in your pocket, so I could follow you wherever you go.' She really didn't know how to say sweet nothings. But she felt that since others had said theirs, she should respond with something, so she awkwardly pieced together this sentence. Gu Beixian was almost dying of laughter. To say a romantic phrase, it was so difficult for her, like matching couplets. What others could rattle off effortlessly, she had to think hard about for a long time before coming up with such a stiff response. Her romantic words were spoken so earnestly, where was the flirtatious charm? He slowly turned around, cupped her little face in his hands, lowered his head, and kissed her on the lips, unable to suppress a chuckle as he said, 'How can our Huanhuan be so cute.' Cute? Su Huan was a bit confused. After Gu Beixian left, she went into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror for a long time. Her face was indeed beautiful, but it had nothing to do with being cute. Once Gu Beixian was gone, the spacious room became empty and desolate, and Su Huan began to miss her grandmother again. She walked onto the balcony, sat in the lounge chair, and stared blankly into space. Just as she was feeling sad, her phone rang. She picked it up and glanced at it; it was a call from Shen Yuan. After answering, she said, 'Su Huan, the restoration of Wang Meng's 'Reclusive Life' painting has begun, and the next step is to choose someone to continue the painting. The museum has gathered a group of master copyists from all over the country, each to replicate a part of it, and then the best will be selected. My brother wants you to copy a section and submit it as well.'

" Ink continuation is the process of repairing missing or broken parts of an ancient painting, blending them seamlessly so that no trace of restoration is visible. Ink continuation greatly tests one's comprehensive aesthetic literacy and mastery of fundamental techniques. Copying involves using one's own abilities and methods to meet a certain standard, while ink continuation requires colliding with the standard, directly stepping into the role of the painter, demanding even more than copying. Therefore, museums gather masters to select the best. Su Huan replied, 'Okay.' Shen Yuan said, 'I have a photo of the complete hidden retreat painting on my phone. I'll send you the picture later.' Su Huan casually said, 'No need, I've memorized it in my head.' 'What? You memorized it in your head?' Shen Yuan was extremely surprised, 'That hidden retreat painting is so complex, can you remember it all? Even if you remember the painting, can you remember the missing parts?' Su Huan faintly hummed in assent, 'Since I was a child, my grandfather deliberately trained me. No matter what kind of ancient painting, after looking at it for a few minutes or so, I can memorize it all. When I return, it won't take half a month before I can paint an identical one.' Shen Yuan was stunned, 'Oh my goodness, you can't be the legendary genius, can you!' Su Huan thought to herself, I can't even say a romantic phrase properly, what kind of genius am I? 'Enough talk, I'm going to draw the partial diagram, and I'll give it to you tonight.' Shen Yuan was surprised again, 'That fast?' 'Mhm."

After hanging up the phone, Su Huan walked into her own study. The study was equipped with a complete set of tools for restoring ancient calligraphy and paintings. Old Master Gu was passionate about collecting ancient calligraphy and paintings, which are not easy to preserve. For the past few years, it had been her job to help maintain and restore them. This set of tools was arranged by Gu Beixian. Su Huan took out a piece of rice paper and skillfully dyed it old with black tea water, asking Sister Liu to help grind the ink. Once the paper was dry, she picked up the brush and began to paint based on the images she remembered in her mind. Wang Meng's paintings are technically rich in hierarchical changes in brushwork and landscape depiction, with unique techniques such as the Jiesuo texture and Niuhair texture. He used thick ink, complex compositions, and layouts with multiple layers of mountains and waters, creating a scene that is lush and deeply beautiful. Due to his innermost yearning for a reclusive life, his works are calm and detached, with a deep and rich beauty. As a child, under the guidance of her grandfather, Su Huan had copied many of his works and was well-versed in his painting techniques and brushwork. Now, painting a partial image came naturally to her. In the evening, Su Huan finished the painting and contacted Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan hurried over, took the painting, and compared it with the photo on her phone. It was identical. The only difference was that the missing parts of the original painting had been filled in by Su Huan. Shen Yuan was amazed and couldn't help but turn Su Huan's head left and right, exclaiming, 'Sister Huan, what kind of divine brain do you have? How can it be more effective than a camera?' Su Huan felt a bit embarrassed by her handling and gently pushed her away, saying, 'I was born a few hours after you, so you should still call me Su Huan.' 'No, you are my Sister Huan. The title of sister represents status in the jianghu, regardless of age.'

Su Huan couldn't persuade her otherwise and had to let her yap away. Shen Yuan carefully rolled up the painting and put it in the car, saying, 'My brother has gone abroad to participate in a medical exchange conference. Hearing from his colleague that your grandmother passed away, he specifically called to ask me to spend more time with you. Where would you like to go? I'll accompany you.' Su Huan would miss her grandmother when she had free time, and she happened to want to go out for a breath of fresh air, so she said, 'Let's go ride the Ferris wheel.' Shen Yuan rolled her eyes, 'What's so great about riding that?' Su Huan felt a bit embarrassed, 'I've never ridden one.' Shen Yuan laughed heartily, 'No way? You're already in your twenties, and you've never ridden a Ferris wheel?' 'Yes, I haven't.' 'Then let's go.' Su Huan got into Shen Yuan's car. The two made plans to have a meal together and went to the largest amusement park in Kyoto. The giant Ferris wheel, over a hundred meters tall, had each small cabin adorned with dazzling colored lights, which looked as beautiful as a rainbow at night. Su Huan and Shen Yuan got on it together. About ten minutes later, they reached the highest point of the Ferris wheel. There were telescopes in the cabin for visitors to enjoy the night view. Su Huan and Shen Yuan picked up the telescopes and looked outside; they could see the entire Kyoto, with thousands of lights, flowing colors, twinkling stars, a breathtaking sight, and the flashing neon outlined an unparalleled night scene. Suddenly, Shen Yuan patted Su Huan's shoulder and shouted, 'Look! That handsome guy, Gu Beixian!'

Su Huan adjusted the telescope and looked in the direction she pointed. Opposite, on the parking lot in front of the Kyoto Grand Hotel, a man and a woman got out of an extended luxury car. The man was tall with a handsome face, dressed in dark formal attire, striding with long legs, exuding elegance. The woman was beautiful, fashionably dressed, and bejeweled. The man was Gu Beixian. The woman was Chu Suosuo. The two walked side by side towards the hotel's main entrance, chatting as they went. The telescope was so clear that even Chu Suosuo's smile on her face could be seen distinctly. She was smiling so happily. Su Huan's smile froze on her face.