Chapter 14

These eyes are Liang Chuyuan’s first impression of Su Yao.

He mentioned her eyes were beautiful.

And she heard it at that time, although she thought it was a hallucination.

“I’d like to invite you to be my model,” he said.

Su Yao held her breath, her first reaction being those indescribable scenes, she stuttered, “I, I don’t have experience in that aspect.”

Liang Chuyuan seriously thought about it, experience aside, patience was indeed needed.

“Is it sitting still for hours?”

It depends on what to paint. Liang Chuyuan seemed to treat this casual conversation as a serious matter, willing to pay according to standard compensation, with the option for a double rate for friendship.

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Liang Chuyuan noticed the ambiguity in his words and added, “Sometimes inspiration is also linked to chemistry.”

Su Yao relaxed a bit, she shrugged, “Sure, I’m offering a friendly price for free here. If you say I’m not inspiring enough, I might just storm out.”

Liang Chuyuan silently grinned, but before Su Yao could see the gleam in his eyes, the room plunged into darkness.

Only moonlight.

“What’s, what’s happening?”

There was no sound in her ears.

Su Yao instinctively grasped Liang Chuyuan’s wrist: “I can’t hear what you’re saying.”

In the darkness, Liang Chuyuan’s eyes flickered. He knew this was just a temporary accident, and the light would return in a moment.

But he didn’t want to let go of Su Yao’s hand.

She relied on him—something he happened to enjoy very much.

The people around him, including his most respected Liang Chucang, inevitably regarded him as a disabled person. Even though apart from not being able to speak, he was no different from others in every aspect, they would still give him some special treatment to some extent, taking care of his thoughts while carefully maintaining his current well-being.

Su Yao was different.

She could hear his voice, and from a certain perspective, they had an equal relationship; and when she couldn’t hear his voice, she chose to stand beside him, not treating him as the weaker party.

“Shall we go out for a bit? It’s too dark in here.” Her voice trembled.

Liang Chuyuan squeezed Su Yao’s hand back and led her towards the door.

Su Yao immediately felt more at ease.

But before they reached the door, the studio phone rang.

The return of light was quick, but Su Yao couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat. She had been afraid of the dark since she was young, always feeling like there would be a claw behind her, dragging her into the abyss.

“You scared me.”

Liang Chuyuan nonchalantly let go of her hand. He turned back: Afraid of the dark?

“Not really,” Su Yao nodded, “I just have a vivid imagination, which isn’t always a good thing.”

But it’s definitely not a bad thing. Liang Chuyuan opened the door, “Let me walk you home, it’s getting late.”

Su Yao murmured in agreement.

Before leaving, she turned her head and took one last look at the painting on the table.

Those eyes, coming from her.

Someone saw her as part of the scenery.

She was actually a bit happy.

*

After dropping off Su Yao at home, Liang Chuyuan received a text message from Liang Chucang, asking him to go to a bar on the other side of the lake for a couple of drinks.

He replied: Understood.

Without going home, Liang Chuyuan drove directly to the bar by the lake. The night breeze was cool, brushing against his face through the window, dissipating some of the heat.

Liang Chuyuan arrived at the bar by the lake exactly at ten o’clock, and the nightlife in Wencheng was just beginning.

At the entrance, he saw where Liang Chucang was seated, with Liang Mo also there.

As he lifted his leg to approach, halfway through the motion, he abruptly retracted his foot.

Because he saw Liang Chucang and Liang Mo kissing.

His older brother and his cousin were kissing.

Liang Chuyuan took a few seconds to digest his shock, rubbed his forehead, decisively turned around, and left. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to send a message to Liang Chucang.

Too tired, won’t make it.