Chapter 1770 Our Future

Standing at the entrance of the art gallery, Xia Duo couldn't help pursing her lips as she looked at what seemed to be a dream.

In fact, this place is too much like the one I once pictured in my mind.

She still vaguely remembers that she once described her dreams in her diary.

At that time, she was still in school, and she had suffered a lot of grievances and neglect at home, so she could only rely on this little dream to support herself. She secretly bought a drawing board, hid it at home, and turned on a small light alone in the dead of night to draw quietly.

The rest of the time, she would hide in the house after eating and write her dreams in the diary.

It was only later that this diary was lost somewhere.

Then, she was forced by the Xia family to marry into the Si family for the sake of her career and future, and became a young lady who had no soul, no dreams, and no freedom.

I still remember that on the day she got married, her drawing board was crushed by members of the Xia family.

It was also at that moment that she thought that she would no longer have the ability to chase her dreams.

"Miss Xia, do you want to visit your art gallery first, or just follow us?" Assistant Yan appeared in front of Xia Duo, showing a friendly smile.

Xia Duo frowned, "Go straight."

In the "classroom", everything is still as usual, but there are a few more small gifts on the table.

Xia Duo didn't touch it, but sat down and tapped lightly on the window that was separated from the young master.

"Master, are you there?"

There was no movement at the window at first, and then someone responded, and there was a light knocking sound.

Xia Duo thought for a second, then said softly: "I brought all the documents here. I was just joking about the art museum today."

After a while, Assistant Yan handed over a panel.

A line of words gradually emerged on it.

——I will never take back what I give away. If you are really sorry, teach me well.

Assistant Yan quickly entered the young master's room at the back, leaving Xia Duo alone, facing a screen where words would appear.

--I do not want.

— Please continue to teach me.

Si Linghan typed these words in his hands, and with his cold black eyes, he saw Xia Duo frowning outside through the one-way glass.

This art gallery was a gift he had been preparing for a long time, but he had no chance to give it to her.

——I want to draw a gift and give it to her.

Seeing the words reappeared on the screen, Xia Duo was slightly taken aback.

This young master is still a seed of infatuation?

--Gift?

——I want to express my feelings through painting. At the same time, I want to tell her that I have really changed.

So, this is still a play of regretting to get back the sweetheart?

Xia Duo was even more surprised. She swallowed and typed a line.

—You should probably find a more romantic teacher.

——No, you are the most suitable.

After Si Linghan replied, he added: Girls generally have the same mind, she has the same personality as you, you just need to teach me according to what you want.

Xia Duo frowned slightly, so she had no choice but to say: Then I will resign after I finish teaching this gift, and you must take it back from the art museum at that time.

--Um.

Although it was absolutely impossible for Si Linghan to take it back, he still responded like this.

Anyway, he will always send it out.

——Then, what do you want to express? What do you want to portray with this gift?

When Si Linghan saw the question raised above, he raised his eyes and squinted slightly, looking at the delicate and beautiful girl outside, a gentle depth flashed in his usually cold eyes.

--our future.