Lin Yu stood in the center of the exhibition hall, surrounded by a bustling crowd. People's gazes were drawn to the exquisite paintings, and from time to time, bursts of admiration escaped their lips. At only twenty-five years old, Lin Yu was making a name for himself in the art world with his unique painting style and delicate emotional expression. His works were always filled with a love for life and a yearning for a bright future; every single stroke seemed to tell a moving story.
After the exhibition, Lin Yu returned to his studio. It was a space full of artistic atmosphere, with his paintings hanging on the walls and an unfinished piece resting on the easel. Lin Yu walked up to the easel, quietly looked at the painting, and fell into deep thought. The painting depicted a mysterious forest. Sunlight filtered through the dense branches and leaves, casting dappled spots of light on the ground, and deep within the forest, some secret seemed to be hidden. Lin Yu always felt that the painting was missing something, yet he had no idea how to complete it.
That night, lying in bed, Lin Yu tossed and turned, finding it hard to fall into slumber. That mysterious forest kept surfacing in his mind, as if calling out to him. Unawares, Lin Yu drifted off to sleep. In his dream, he arrived at the very forest from his painting. Everything here was identical to what he had painted—the sunlight, the trees, the spots of light, everything so real. Lin Yu looked around in astonishment, find…
Chapter 228