Chapter 16 The Pursuit Begins
After that, Liang Sheng really did what he said—he started chasing me.
I didn't know where he found such corny guides. Every time we met, he brought flowers. The love notes on the cards were painfully clichéd.
He wasn’t always in Lincheng, yet he still carved out time from his tight schedule between cities.
And he used that time to see me.
Our meetings weren’t long. Sometimes just a meal. Sometimes a movie or an exhibition together.
In between, his Lincheng project began taking shape.
He picked an address for the branch office—directly across from my studio.
Standing at the studio window, he showed me with binoculars.
“From here, the desk by that floor-to-ceiling window opposite is mine.”
“I can tape up the paintings you taught me the other day—one new one each day. That way even when we don’t meet, you’ll know how I’m doing.”
I called it boring out loud. Later, sitting in that spot, I looked through the binoculars countless times.
In my free time, I started using my old university Weibo account again.
I paused on a post from two months ago, then hid it with a tap.
Strange—before, days had felt endless, time like rusted gears grinding painfully slow.
But just seeing Liang Sheng, one hug, and I returned to normal time.
As if he had the key.