I secretly gave Winston a big thumbs up. He was quite perceptive at such a young age.


    He stoppedughing and walked forward. "Let''s go. It''s in college. I believe you''ll like it."


    I pouted. Winston said it as if that ce was tailor-made for me. What if I disliked it? Could he destroy it


    and start over? Most boys didn''t think deeply before saying something. Mature men were better. At the


    very least, they were more steady and reliable.


    Anyway, there wouldn''t be any man better than Colin in this world.


    If Winston hadn''t led the way, I wouldn''t have known the college had such a quiet and mysterious


    paradise.


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    It was an old campus I had never visited. There was arge courtyard with a row of three-story


    buildings built slightly back.


    Peach trees had been nted in a broad space in front of the yard. The fruits were ripe and densely


    packed. They were so red that I wanted to eat them. Their fruity fragrance was overflowing.


    Perhaps no one took care of this ce. Some ripe fruit had dropped on the ground. Several birds


    landed on it and focused on it so much that they didn''t fly away even when we arrived.


    The scenery wasn''t particrly stunning, but everything was simple and natural.


    I''d been drawing since I was a child. Dad and Mom taught me to appreciate and cherish the beautiful


    things in life. Despite the obvious artificial traces, the scenery in front of me had an otherworldly style of


    a city encased in reinforced concrete that appealed to my artistic sense.


    "It''s so beautiful here. I like it." I raised my eyebrow and told Winston, "You''re awesome for finding this."


    He chuckled proudly again. Then, he took the initiative to open a door and strode inside. "I knew you''d


    like it. Pleasee in. You''ll find something more interesting inside."


    I followed him with curiosity. It wasn''t until he stopped that I realized he surprised me.


    It was a house with a unique structure. It was three entire ss walls from top to bottom and a fourth


    side connecting to the first floor. Severalrge miniature trees were neatly set in the deep and wide


    space.


    There was also light golden flooring and light green drapes hanging on the windows, lifted by milky


    white hooks.


    The window was open. A slight breeze blew the drapes, allowing sunlight to shine in. The drapes were


    enchanting, moving like a graceful woman. The sky was blue with dense clouds. The room was bright,


    like a fairnd.


    What surprised me more was the enormous desk positioned against the wall. There were all kinds of


    brushes, paints, papers, palettes, and other painting instruments and materials. The most attractive


    thing was a blue paperweight with green flowers. No matter the pattern or color, it drew my attention.


    I couldn''t move my eyes away for a long time.


    "How''s it? Not bad, right?" Winston crossed his arms proudly as if showing off a new game to his


    friends. He appeared a little cute.


    I chuckled, squinted at him, and said teasingly, "I like it, but it''s hard for me to imagine a boy decorating


    such a dreamy ce."


    He rubbed his head in embarrassment but said sincerely, "Luna, you cane here to paint. You''re


    Professor King''s favorite student and everyone''s favorite teaching assistant.


    "With you here, we can ask for your suggestions. We hope you cane. My friends are aware that I


    know you and have specifically asked me to invite you."


    Winston''s words sounded nice. It turned out that he had ulterior motives. That was why I could meet


    him by chance in such a big college. Everything was deliberately arranged.


    It turned out that I was well-known in college. I had never noticed this before.


    However, Professor King was indeed famous. As his student, it didn''t seem strange for me to be


    eye-catching. So, I chose not to refute Winston on this point.