Recently, I have been preparing for my own art exhibition.

Since this is my first exhibition after returning to my home country, I attach great importance to it.

Seeing me busy with preparations, my boyfriend, Luo Mu, also helped to oversee the event.

We invited relatives, friends, and many elite figures from the industry to witness the event together.

On the day of the opening, it was bustling with excitement.

I wore a long dress, smiling as I offered wine to the guests.

My best friend, Shen Ning, quietly pulled me aside, gesturing for me to look in a certain direction.

As I glanced over, I saw my boyfriend, Luo Mu, chatting with a guest.

There was no issue with that, but the problem was that standing next to him was an acquaintance - Wen Xiru.

She was Luo Mu's childhood friend from a prominent family, and in the past, I had many conflicts with her because of her relationship with Luo Mu.

Until the accident three years ago, I hadn't seen her since then.

My heart stirred with waves of emotion. I didn't invite her, so why was she here?

Wen Xiru in the distance seemed to notice my gaze and quickly walked towards me.

She began with a hint of tea fragrance, "Yi Zhu, long time no see. I truly envy you, being able to study abroad and come back to hold such a grand art exhibition."

Her act of pretending to be pitiful hadn't changed at all.

Even before I could speak, Luo Mu frowned and explained to me, afraid that I would mistreat her.

"Yi Zhu, I thought it would be nice to have more familiar faces around, so I brought her. You don't mind, do you?"

Wen Xiru hid behind him with a smile, her eyes revealing a sense of satisfaction.

She timidly spoke, "I insisted on coming. Yi Zhu, please don't blame him."

Dealing with this kind of green tea, you have to use magic to defeat magic.

I tenderly and naturally took Luo Mu's arm, "My boyfriend is so considerate and thoughtful, how could I possibly mind?"

As expected, her face gradually turned unnatural, flushing red.

But Luo Mu's hand around my waist suddenly tightened.

Suddenly, Shen Ning beside me exclaimed, pointing at one of the paintings on the wall.

"Yi Zhu, isn't this your painting?"