We were good friends in college, Wen Xiru and I, and both were among the top artists in the school.

That painting was done by her in her sophomore year, I knew she originally wanted to give it to Luo Muzhe.

Looming in the mist were the silhouettes of the two of them.

By then, I had long been with Luo Muzhe, but she gave the painting as a childhood friend, so I couldn't say much.

But if she kept challenging my boundaries with this identity time and time again, then let her try.

"No! Don't!"

Wen Xiru rushed up, attempting to extinguish the flames with her hands.

"Xiru, stop! Be careful, it's hot!"

Luo Muzhe also intercepted her, letting her watch as the painting turned to ashes.

Witnessing their actions, my heart turned to ashes.

Before, I had only thought that Luo Muzhe was forced to take care of Wen Xiru under pressure from his parents.

Now it seems I'm the joke.

I suppressed the sorrow, forced a smile, "Hahaha, what a deep affection, do you know, in the past, this would have been a dunking in a pig cage?"

Wen Xiru, with tears in her eyes, fell into Luo Muzhe's arms.

"Muzhe, that was my last painting, the last..."

"Mingming, you have everything, why won't you let me go?"

I lifted my gown, walked up to them condescendingly.

"Wen Xiru, I can study abroad because my family is wealthy, I can be famous because of my own efforts and talent. I have everything! But what's it to you? There are so many rich people in the world, why don't I see you moralizing them?"

The more I spoke, the angrier I got, catching her off guard and lifting her up, then slapping her directly!