“OK, I’ll take you there.”


  The portrait ghost bowed to Ye Sui. “Sorry to bother you” After that, she went inside the painting.

  Chen Shu had a friend named Meng Han. He was his private doctor and was well-known in the medical field. Chen Shu asked him

  about Wei Ji’s injury.

  Meng Han said Wei Ji was not seriously injured and was now in a private nursing home.

  Chen Shu asked Meng Han to tell Wei Ji that his portrait had been found, and they wanted to give it to him in person. As soon as Wei

  Ji heard this, he immediately agreed.

  Ye Sui and Chen Shu took the painting and came to the private nursing home. She knocked on the door of the ward. The door soon

  opened, and Wei Ji stood there. “Please come in.”


  Wei Ji’s hand was still wrapped in gauze as he asked anxiously, “Where is my painting?”


  Ye Sui handed the portrait to Wei Ji, whose eyes lit up. His hands were trembling while caressing the painting as if it was his most

  precious thing.

  “Finally found you,” he murmured.

  Ye Sui suddenly said, “Master Wei, I know the woman in the painting.”


  Wei Ji looked up. “Miss Ye, what do you mean……”


  “She is dead.”


  Seeing that Wei Ji didn’t believe her words, Ye Sui said, “I’ll prove it to you.”


  She glanced at the painting ghost. Then, the woman in the painting floated out of thin air.

  When Wei Ji saw this strange event happening in front of him, he asked, “She is in the painting now, isn’t she?”


  Ye Sui nodded. “She has something to ask you.”


  “Why did you miss the appointment that year?” asked the ghost.

  Ye Sui conveyed the meaning of the portrait ghost. Wei Ji’s expression turned complicated. Just as he was about to speak, the ghost

  began to talk to him, “We agreed to meet, but I was locked in by my family before I went out. They objected to us being together.

  “I tried my best to fight against my family and barely escaped. Then I was told that you had a marriage contract with someone. I

  became desperate, not wanting to believe it.

  “I went to you at once, but you had moved away and avoided me.”


  She had been struggling to keep their relationship together, but he ruthlessly abandoned their feelings and wholly disappointed her.

  Hearing these words, Wei Ji was shocked. This was nothing like he imagined.

  The ghost sighed. “People said that Wei Ji had drawn a portrait of his lover. I was furious. At that time, he had abandoned me for this

  woman. I wanted to see who she was.”


  But when she saw the painting, she saw her face.

  The ghost laughed, but she seemed sorrowful. “Master Wei, what are you doing? Do you feel guilt? Do you think you can redeem

  yourself in this way?”


  Others thought she was Wei Ji’s lover, but she clearly knew he didn’t love her. Otherwise, how could he miss their appointment?

  “I was attached to the painting day by day, not wanting to leave, as if I could deceive myself that I was the one that Wei Ji loved.”


  “When others come to see the painting, they all point at me and say that this must be Master Wei’s lover. But I know that it’s all a lie.”


  She stubbornly refused to leave, even though she knew that her love was one-sided and it was all a lie she had made up.

  She still loved him like before, even after becoming a ghost.

  Earlier, Ye Sui didn’t know why the woman in the painting cried, but hearing the truth now, it became clear. The more others said he

  loved her, the more depressed she became.

  Over time, her emotions were reflected in the painting. Initially a smiling portrait slowly turned into sadness.

  The portrait ghost hid tears in the corner of her eyes. “I knew where his home was, but I hated him, and for years, no matter what

  happened, I wouldn’t take a step in.”


  But when she knew that Wei Ji had an accident, she still wanted to come back to him quickly and cared for him. Years of resentment

  were not important in the face of life and death.

  After Wei Ji heard this, he sighed. “In those days, I always thought it was you who didn’t want to be with me.

  “When I went to the appointment, I didn’t see you. Instead, a letter came from you. You told me that my family was too poor to be with

  you.”


  The portrait ghost was shocked. She had never written such a letter.

  Wei Ji slowly narrated, “Still, I didn’t give up. I waited for one more day, but you didn’t come. My family took me away by force. When I

  got back, I kept thinking, ‘Didn’t you think I was poor?’ Then I’ll prove it to you.

  “Later, I became a famous painter, and everyone said that my painting’s value was inestimable.” Wei Ji smirked. “But what’s the point

  of that? You are no longer with me