Eight hundred meters, one thousand and forty flower pirs, one thousand and forty paintings, half simple brushwork and half oil painting.


    Every painting on the left was drawn by a pen that John had never left. The tip of the pen scratched the paper, leaving behind the memories he and Nina had created together.


    Each painting on the right had the faith to support Nina through half a year and three years. Day and night, she used her best paint to leave a frame.


    One was to remember from John''s perspective, and the other was to remember from Nina''s perspective. For them, only when these memories werebined could they beplete.


    However, the paintings shown were only a part of them. Some of the scenes were too private, so it was better not to let others know openly.


    Some secrets only belonged to the two of them.


    When John proposed in the Spring City, he used the painting drawn by him. Nina wanted a manuscript, but John teased her and said he wouldn''t give it to her. She was angry and said she wouldn''t ept it. Anyway, she could draw it by herself.


    Nina not only said it, but also drew a whole book of their story like John


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    With a trembling smile, James picked up the dress from Emma''s hand and said, "So the two brothers are deciding who will lose and the loser will wear the dress. Ha-ah..."


    At the thought that Van or Don would disguise as a girl, James couldn''t helpughing.


    However, at this time, Don began to y tricks again. He jumped off the chair, which scared the old Sam.


    "No, no, no. we don''t count this time. We should y....Five, five times, and then five more times." Don stretched out five fingers to him.


    "It''s a deal. We y five times and decide who win in three of five times." Van''s patience made the people around him feel a little inferior to him.


    So they yed five more times. This time, Don finally turned the situation and he won.


    "Ah, I win. Van, I win." Don ran to hold his elder brother, turned around and plunged into Sam''s arms. "Grandpa, I win. I win. I don''t need to wear a little skirt."


    James ran over with gleeful misfortune, "Come here. I''ll help you wear a dress. Where''s the wig? Give me your wig too."


    Although Van was unwilling to admit defeat, he still let James and Emma take him to change the dress.