Stepping into the main hall of the exhibition, the first painting that caught the eye was the masterpiece that had made the old artist famous: *First Love*.
In the painting, a young girl wearing a light, white dress sat on the backseat of a bicycle. She leaned slightly to the side, her slender fingers cautiously clutching the corner of a boy’s fluttering shirt. Her eyes were cast downward, and a faint blush touched her cheeks. The boy seemed to sense her movement, a broader, more carefree smile gracing his face as they rode across a bridge through a canopy of blooming cherry blossoms, heading into the glow of the setting sun. A gentle breeze brushed by, sending petals drifting down and imbuing the scene with a dreamy, romantic atmosphere.
"Miss Wen, is there something wrong with this painting?" Lu Baiqian turned slightly to look at her, a hint of confusion passing through his melancholic eyes.
Chapter 35