After their last chat, Zhou Yao took a flight home over the following weekend.
Several years later, he returned to the warehouse at his grandparents' home.
After searching for a long time, just when he was beginning to doubt his own memory, he found the painting in a corner.
Because it had been rolled up, the painting itself was barely damaged.
However, the back of the painting had yellowed somewhat.
It was also covered in a thick layer of dust.
Looking at the painting, he still felt overwhelmed by its beauty.
This painting...
had been an unreachable dream of his.
Zhou Yao smiled bitterly.
His dream had failed.
At least keeping the painting as a memento was fine.
Zhou Yao carried the painting out of the warehouse.
The bright sunlight made him squint instinctively.
His grandparents recognized the painting in his hands.
The two elderly people looked at their grandson, seeming to want to say something but stopping themselves.
Zhou Yao knew what they were worried about.
He smiled, his expression natural.
"I suddenly remembered this painting."
"So I wanted to find it and put it away properly."
Seeing that their grandson looked fine, the two elderly people relaxed slightly.
The past was already in the past.
As long as their grandson no longer cared about it, that was enough.
"Yes, such a beautiful painting should be put away properly."
The old man smiled until his eyes narrowed.
The wrinkles on his face relaxed.
Zhou Yao stared at the painting on the table, its four corners held down by him.
After being rolled up for so long, its natural state was now rolled up.
The first thing to do was press it flat.
That was all he could do.
There was nothing he could