, Jiang Shuhuai, oh Jiang Shuhuai.

　　He is a gentle and righteous person.

　　When he was good to me, he never missed a meal and even remembered my menstrual cycle.

　　The grapes he gave me were peeled.

　　However, overnight, he seemed to have changed.

　　His enthusiasm turned into resistance, and he started avoiding my phone calls.

　　On Saturday morning, I went to Jiang Shuhuai's studio.

　　He studied oil painting and graduated from a top art school abroad.

　　In the studio, besides the scent of sunlight, there was also the fragrance of pine resin.

　　Stepping into a spacious area, I saw someone sleeping against an easel from afar.

　　It seemed like he had been pulling an all-nighter, and his breathing was calm.

　　I leaned over to look at his drawing paper.

　　The person on it resembled me to some extent, smiling towards the artist, but it hadn't been colored yet.

　　After a while, it finally dawned on me.

　　It wasn't me, it was Lin Qi.