【Love mark】

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In her memory, her uncle was
the first and deepest love in her life!
Her parents died in a plane crash, leaving her, a young child, unwanted and unloved.
She heard adults coldly say, "Let's just send her to an orphanage!"
No! Orphanages are terrible. In her mother's stories, orphanages were full of bad children and bad nuns, and
she wouldn't have enough to eat. She cried secretly under the covers. She thought that if she didn't cry out loud, maybe her aunt or uncle
wouldn't send her away. On the day of the funeral, her aunt and uncle talked about her. She had always behaved very
well, like a little lady, but they still wanted to send her away. What should she do? She was about to cry! Her mother told her to be
brave, but she couldn't hold back. Just as she was about to cry, a man walked up and stood in front of her…
"Little sister, why are you sitting outside all alone?" The man squatted down to her height. "Waaah..." For some reason
, she started crying when she saw him. "Don't cry, sweetie!" The man gently comforted her, pressing her face into his chest.
"Little sister, you're Wenling, right?" She nodded in the man's warm embrace. "How
old is Wenling?" the man asked again. She held out her palm, but after five, she couldn't make a gesture anymore! She panicked
, afraid the man would think she was stupid. The man smiled and pressed her small palm into the middle three fingers
. "This is number six," he said gently. Looking at the man's smile, she felt he resembled her mother, even though he was
a boy. The man patted her head and asked, "Does Wenling know who I am?"
She shook her head, because she had never seen this man before. "I'm your uncle! Wenling's mother's younger brother." She seemed to
understand, but not quite. "Wenling, do you like your uncle?"
"Yes!" She nodded, because this man reminded her of her mother. "Yes, Wenling is so good." The man
seemed satisfied with her answer and patted her head again. "Let's go! It's getting windy outside; sitting too long will make you catch a cold. Let's
go inside!" He naturally extended his hand to her, and she grasped it tightly, even though her hand was small
…
The man pulled her inside. Her aunt and uncle were still arguing about her. She instinctively tightened her grip on the man's
hand. The man glanced down at her and tightened his grip as well!
"I will adopt her..." His words interrupted the argument. "Who are you?" they
asked simultaneously. "I am Shangguan Yanjuan's younger brother—Shangguan Jing, and also Wenling's maternal uncle. Since neither of you is willing to
adopt Wenling, I think it would be better to entrust her to me. I will take good care of her."
His resolute gaze pierced the two stunned people until they both nodded. She looked up at him and suddenly
felt that her uncle was so tall...like a little giant. "Wenling, are you willing to
live with your uncle from now on?" Her uncle squatted down, held her frail shoulders, and asked the seemingly very important question very carefully
. At that time, she did not know that she was choosing a lifelong commitment. She nodded slightly to her uncle. Her uncle
smiled gently... It was a March afternoon, and the azaleas in the courtyard were in full bloom... And she made a promise for
the next ten years. Her uncle treated her like a little princess, living in a mansion with hourly maids and
being chauffeured around in a car. But her uncle himself lived a very frugal life. Her uncle was actually a painter, and his paintings
had a certain status in the international art world. However, they did not make a living by selling paintings, but by relying on the ancestral property left by her grandfather
. Perhaps it was her uncle's artistic personality! Most of his paintings are not for sale, but only for gallery exhibitions. Actually,
she didn't quite understand her uncle's paintings, because he didn't paint landscapes or portraits. She
couldn't understand his works no matter how she looked at them. Her uncle was a very quiet and gentle person, but his paintings were full of strong colors. Art critics
said that his paintings were full of a yearning for life and a pursuit of ideals—profound words. But what they didn't know
was that her uncle had a congenital lung disease and could die at any time. Today was her eighteenth birthday, seemingly
a very important age, representing that she had grown from a little girl into a young woman. Her uncle told her that she
could choose a gift herself. She thought for a long time, and finally she thought of something…
??? "Draw me!!" She stood in her uncle's studio and spoke to him, "Wenling, you know I never draw people
!" Shangguan Jing suppressed his surprise and tried to explain to Wenling, "I know, but Uncle, can't you
make an exception for me just this once?" Wenling pleaded, thinking that since her uncle doted on her so much, he couldn't possibly refuse. "Wenling..."
Shangguan Jing lowered his voice, thinking that he had probably spoiled this girl. "Alright! Today is my eighteenth birthday
... Hey, eighteen, I'm an adult..." "I'm here!! I want a special gift, okay?" Wenling hugged her uncle's arm
and kept pleading. "You... okay!" After all, she was the child he had doted on for over ten years, and he still couldn't refuse
her request. "Yay!!" Wenling, having succeeded in her trick, excitedly pulled her uncle up and down. "Alright, then go
sit on that chaise lounge over there, I'll draw your portrait." The chaise lounge was where Wenling usually
rested when Shangguan Jing was painting. "Ah... no..." "No, this is so boring, I want something special... I want a nude painting!"
Wenling's eyes held a sly smile. "Nonsense!!" Upon hearing this inappropriate request, Shangguan Jing couldn't help but scold her sternly.
Wenling had only meant to joke with her uncle, but he took it seriously and reprimanded her with a stern face. She had always
been pampered and spoiled, and her uncle had almost never raised his voice at her. Today, it was just a joke, but he
had seriously scolded her. In an instant, her spoiled princess temper flared. Her anger flared. "I don't care! Everyone says youth shouldn't
be wasted. If you won't paint, fine... I'll go take a photo album!" She shook off Shangguan Jing's hand, speaking arrogantly. "You
..." Shangguan Jing was so angry he almost slapped her, but he still remembered she was his beloved niece, so
he tried to control his rising anger. For a moment, his face turned pale. Wen Ling was truly startled. She forgot that her uncle's
health wasn't good and he couldn't withstand provocation. For a moment, she panicked. "Uncle..."
??? "Take it off!" The cold, hard words interrupted Wen Ling's apology. "What?" Wen Ling was stunned. "
Take off your clothes!!"
??? "I..." Having heard clearly, Wen Ling was completely at a loss. "Don't make me say it a third time!!"
??? "Uncle..." Wenling's panicked tears were already welling up in her eyes. "If you don't take it off, I'll help you take it off later."
Shangguan Jing forced himself not to be soft-hearted towards Wenling. Wenling's willfulness needed to be taught a lesson. He was her uncle, and it was his responsibility
to discipline her. Wenling knew that she had really angered her uncle. Her uncle's face was really ugly. The tears that were hanging in her eyes
fell. Her hands trembled, but she couldn't unbutton her shirt. Seeing her pitiful appearance, Shangguan Jing almost
gave in. However, he knew that if he indulged her today, Wenling would still be the same tomorrow. Rather than
let others teach her a lesson later, it was better to teach Wenling a lesson today. He strengthened his will, sighed, turned around and
took down the canvas on the easel and replaced it with a new one. He didn't want to see Wenling's pitiful appearance. "Uncle..." she called softly.
She had already taken off all but a set of cotton underwear. She hoped that her uncle would let her go. Shangguan Jing turned around, glanced at the
uneasy Wenling, and said indifferently, "Take it all off." Turning around, he continued sharpening charcoal. Wenling gritted her teeth and
removed all her coverings. She covered herself with her hands, and this time, she dared not call him "uncle." Whether it was
the cold or something else, her whole body trembled violently. After a while, Shangguan Jing turned around, his eyes suddenly
lighting up. "Take your hands away!" he shouted. Wenling was startled and quickly moved her hands away, completely naked before Shangguan Jing's eyes
. Shangguan Jing carefully examined the woman's body before him. A slender frame, yet with the roundness unique to a young girl;
her limbs were delicate... Long, with prominent collarbones, a small but perfectly shaped chest, nipples of a fine color, a defined waistline,
and perfectly rounded hips. Sparse, light-colored pubic hair, long, proportionate legs, slender ankles, and adorable toes.
Her skin was fair and flawless. Overall, it was a body still developing, possessing a youthful allure tinged
with a touch of girlish charm. While not perfectly perfect, it ignited his creative inspiration. He had never felt
the urge to paint people before, but today he was filled with the desire to depict the person before him—his muse! He had found his muse
! "Go, go sit over there quickly..." He urged. Wenling was startled by the fervor in Shangguan Jing's eyes and didn't
know whether to resist or not. She still went to sit on the chaise lounge nearby. Shangguan Jing quickly rushed over and arranged Wenling in
a languid, sideways position. He then helped her fix her hair, letting it fall naturally down her chest.
He glanced at it, then returned to the canvas with satisfaction. "No... Your expression is too stiff, relax!!"
While sketching, he noticed that Wenling's expression and posture were too stiff. He couldn't capture the feeling in his heart like this.
"No, still no..." He rubbed his head in frustration, sighed, and calmed down to face the painting he had been sketching. Terrified
, Wenling began, "Wenling, do your uncle a favor. I'm really inspired right now... Relax and let your uncle paint,
okay?" He tried to speak calmly, but heaven knows, his heart was pounding like boiling water. "I..."
Of course, she was very willing to help her uncle, but the thought of undressing in front of a man, even one as close as her uncle
, was still incredibly embarrassing. "Please!" Shangguan Jing pleaded in a low voice. "Alright!" She took a deep breath
, closed her eyes, then opened them again, and stared quietly ahead, humming a song in her mind to try and relax. Shangguan Jing
's brush flew across the canvas, his eyes lingering on Wenling's features and limbs. At first, Wenling
could look straight ahead, but slowly she turned her gaze to Shangguan Jing. Shangguan Jing was completely different from usual;
his eyes were like a burning flame, his gaze no longer filled with tenderness, but scrutiny—
the peculiar look of a man looking at a woman. At this moment, Shangguan Jing wasn't her uncle, but a man, a
man filled with fervor. His eyes traced her eyebrows, her lips, like the caresses of lovers, passionately
scratching her skin, causing a subtle itch within her. His gaze then moved downwards, tracing the shape of her breasts
. Her cheeks flushed, her breasts sensitively swelling. She felt strange; wherever her uncle touched,
she felt a heat rising there.
Shangguan Jing continued to draw, relentlessly capturing Wenling's girlish expression. Her uncle was drawing her... there
! Wenling saw Shangguan Jing staring at her mons pubis, his gaze sharp as if it could pierce through her genitals. She had to
strain to resist the urge to cover herself. What to do! Her stomach felt strange, like something was
about to leak out, but her period had just ended. She quickly squeezed her legs together, trying to stop the strange liquid from flowing out. Just as
her whole body felt hot, her mind went blank, and her eyes became hazy, Shangguan Jing suddenly announced, "Alright,
the sketch is finished." Shangguan Jing was very satisfied with the sketch. "Wenling, you can get up now... Wenling!"
He called out while looking at the canvas, but Wenling didn't respond. He looked up at Wenling and called again,
but Wenling still sat there blankly. "This child..." She must be tired from waiting for so long! Sigh, after all,
several hours had passed. He shook his head and chuckled, preparing to go over and help Wenling up. He reached out and grabbed Wenling, ready to pull her
up, but Wenling looked up at him at that moment, and he was startled. This child, how could she have such a charming
expression? She was just a child! Shangguan Jing was taken aback by the candid female desire in Wenling's eyes. Suppressing
his momentary surprise, he pulled Wenling up. Startled, Wenling lost her balance and
leaned forward, embracing him tightly. Shangguan Jing suddenly realized that having his niece paint while completely naked
was incredibly inappropriate and excessive! He steadied her and gently pushed her away. Wenling was
momentarily embarrassed, unsure whether to pick up her clothes and put them on in front of her uncle, so she
stood there stiffly. Shangguan Jing considerately knelt down to pick up her clothes, but a glance revealed
a small damp patch on the sapphire blue velvet cushion where Wenling had been sitting. Unlike the naive Wenling, he knew
what it was! He was deeply shaken, but outwardly remained calm, silently handing the clothes to
Wenling. "Thank you..." Wenling took the clothes, stammering softly. Shangguan Jing gave Wenling a deep look. He thought,
his little girl had grown up, reached the age of feeling love and desire, no longer the
little child barely bigger than his chest. He turned away silently. "It's late, go to sleep!" He gave
Wenling space to change, thinking he also needed space to think. After Shangguan Jing left, Wenling felt an
immense emptiness. Why? She felt that her uncle's parting gaze no longer held the same doting affection as before.
Instead, her expression was filled with sorrow and unfamiliarity. Why
? Clutching her clothes, she collapsed to the ground. Her uncle was her only family; she loved him so much. If he
no longer cared for her, no longer loved her, what would become of her?
Completely unable to accept this possibility, she wept bitterly…
From that day on, their relationship changed… Perhaps it wasn't obvious, but she sensed that on the surface, her uncle
still loved and doted on her, but whenever she acted spoiled and demanding as usual, he would subtly push her away,
saying calmly, “You're all grown up now, stop being childish!”
She hated growing up. If growing up meant no longer being able to cuddle in her uncle's arms, listen to him speak, or
be by his side when he painted, then what was the point of growing up? She wished she could stay a child forever.
For over a decade, her world consisted only of her uncle, the only man. As a child, she hoped to grow up to be his
bride. Now, she understood she could never be his bride—that would be incest—
but it didn't matter. Not being his bride didn't matter; she wouldn't be anyone's bride. She and her uncle could be
together like this forever. He loved and cherished her; and she respected and loved him.
Her uncle was the only man she ever truly cared for, and she was the only woman he truly cherished. They would be like this forever
! Because of this unwavering certainty, she was able to weave her own beautiful dream, but that dream was
shattered by the scene before her…
Her uncle had another woman, a mature and capable gallery manager, who
seemed well-matched with him. Perhaps she should bless him, because he always seemed to enjoy talking with her.
This woman had been visiting him frequently lately, and her uncle, who rarely interacted with women, was unusually friendly with her…
…If this continued, perhaps they would get married!!
No! Wenling, who was peeking at the two of them in the living room from the stairwell, turned pale with fright at the possibility. Her fingers
gripped the handle tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her uncle was hers! She didn't want her uncle to smile so gently at other women
. Her uncle's treasure could only be hers. In her heart, she cried out in anguish, "Is this love?" The young
girl didn't realize that after so long together, her feelings for her uncle had become a tangled mess, impossible
to dissect piece by piece. But if it wasn't love, what was the source of the naked, agonizing jealousy that lashed her heart? Was it
merely possessiveness towards her uncle? At this moment, she couldn't distinguish the conflicting emotions within her. The only thing she understood was that
she had to win back her uncle. She saw him as the only one in her life, and she wanted him to treat her the same way. Perhaps
others would call her willful, but she didn't care. To gain her uncle's exclusive focus,
she was willing to sell her soul to the devil!
※※※※ Shangguan Jing gently knocked on Wenling's door, waiting for a long time without a response. So he turned the doorknob and
pushed open the door, only to be greeted by complete darkness. This child hadn't come back even at dawn!
He walked back to the living room, not turning on the lights. The moon was bright tonight, its light streaming in from the balcony, faintly illuminating
the dimness of the room. This light was just right, perfect for him to quietly ponder when it all began. How did his little Wenling become so
unrestrained? It must have started when she got into university this year! At university, her life was
filled with clubs, social events, and all sorts of activities. He thought she was grown up and should have some space, so he didn't set any rules.
And she, along with him, climbed higher and higher along the line of indulgence. How long has it been since they had a proper conversation?
How long has it been since she softly called him "Uncle"?
This was originally his hope. He discovered Wenling's inappropriate desire for him, so he pushed her
away and even tried dating the gallery manager, all to make her give up. He wanted what was best for her, but
why, when he achieved his goal, did he feel the loss instead?
Shangguan Jing! Shangguan Jing! He shook his head, finding his own contradictions laughable. The ear-piercing engine screeched to a halt
downstairs. He frowned, got up, and went to the balcony to check on Wenling.
She dismounted from a flashy heavy motorcycle, deftly removing her helmet and brushing her flying hair aside. As she was about to hand the helmet to the rider, she
glanced sideways and saw her uncle standing on the balcony. She smiled and gently placed the helmet on the rider's shoulder. She prepared to say goodbye to this famous "
hot girl" from the Foreign Languages Department. Heaven knows how difficult it was to get a date with her. To win her favor, he had suppressed
the urge to kiss her. An idea formed in his mind, and without thinking, she planted a light kiss on the young man's cheek.
Her sweet smile made the boy almost swoon. "Bye!" She walked to the door, turning back to blow him a kiss.
Only after she went upstairs did the boy reluctantly drive away. She was practically
dragged inside the moment she opened the door. She saw her uncle Qing Qu's eyes flashing with anger, while she smiled smugly. "Uncle, what's wrong?"
she asked innocently. "Why are you so late?" He used self-control to calm his anger. "I told
you I had a social gathering tonight, and you gave me permission to go!" She looked directly at Shangguan Jing without any remorse. He felt like he'd been punched
, releasing his grip on Wen Ling. Was this little girl scheming against him? He could tell she was
doing it on purpose, but hadn't he fallen for it too? The moment he saw her kiss that brat, he was so angry he forgot everything else,
wanting only to grab her shoulders and ask her what she was thinking? Ask her who that brat was? He thought he was
asking as a father, but he wasn't; he was just a jealous man.
He was devastated by this realization! It shouldn't be like this! He wasn't as naive as Wenling, who
harbored feelings of filial piety towards him, but how could he be as reckless as her? He was nearing forty! He felt like he had suddenly aged ten years,
a sense of desolation washing over him. He turned away, wanting to leave Wenling, to leave her immature temptations. "Coward!" As
he turned to leave, Wenling whispered, her voice very soft, but he heard it. He stopped. "Uncle
, you're a coward! Why are you hiding? Why won't you turn to look at me?" Wenling's tears fell, her grief and
anger accusing him. Hearing Wenling's sobs, he turned around, wanting to comfort her. Seeing this, Wenling rushed forward, grabbed his
arm, and shook him, asking, "You're not completely indifferent, are you?" Please, don't disappoint her. Shangguan
Jing sighed softly. He wanted to call her name, but couldn't speak. How could he tell her that he was only doing this for her own good?
Could the young Wenling understand his feelings?
"Why aren't you saying anything?" In the silent waiting, she despairingly let go of his hand. Seeing her head bowed in sorrow
, Shangguan Jing felt a thousand pangs of pity. He wanted to reach out and gently stroke her, but then hesitated, his hand slowly lowering. Wenling suddenly
raised her head, her eyes filled with determination. This was her last hope. She took several steps away from Shangguan Jing, standing before the sliding door of the balcony, making an important decision. Shangguan Jing was startled by Wenling's actions. She took off her 　　outer cotton t-shirt
piece by piece...
Wearing a t-shirt and a strapless top, she was only covered by a black lace bra. Her hands continued
down, pressing on her waistband, resolutely unbuttoning the buttons. Her army green denim shorts fell down, and she stepped
forward, leaving only the same black underwear—a seductive color. He had always thought that such a color
was only suitable for mature women, but on the still somewhat childlike Wenling, it exuded an
even more alluring charm. Coupled with Wenling's undisguised shyness, she radiated a pure yet bewitching
allure. Looking at her like this, a familiar throbbing arose in his groin. He had never imagined that his lust
would arise because of Wenling, whom he had watched grow up. He felt ashamed and shocked. He couldn't face his desire directly at Wenling
. He turned away, a bitter smile playing on his lips. He was indeed, as Wenling had said, a coward!
??? Wenling was going all out! It was all or nothing. She'd had a few drinks tonight, and she planned to use that as an excuse
to confess her love to her uncle. If she was rejected, she'd pretend to be drunk and act crazy tomorrow. With a determined heart,
she stripped off her bra and rushed towards Shangguan Jing, hugging him tightly. Her bare upper body
pressed against his back through the thin shirt. He could feel Wenling's soft breasts rubbing against his broad back muscles;
her warmth honestly transferred to his body, making his body temperature rise as well. "Wenling, we shouldn't be like this!"
He tried to pull Wenling's hand away. Wenling released his hand and ran in front of him, intending to question and scold him, but suddenly
noticed the obvious bulge in Shangguan Jing's crotch. "You...you want me too, don't you?" Wenling was somewhat surprised.
She wasn't completely ignorant of matters of the heart; even with no experience, she wouldn't mistake that obvious bulge. However
, she hadn't expected her uncle to actually have a man's desire for her; he wasn't completely indifferent! This
news undoubtedly encouraged her. "No..." Shangguan Jing wanted to deny it, but seeing the obvious hope in Wenling's eyes, he could only
turn his head away.
He wasn't a young boy who went crazy at the sight of a woman, but he was, after all, a man, and naturally had normal desires,
especially when the woman he loved was standing naked in front of him. Yes, at this moment, he had to admit that he did
love Wenling, but would this girl, whom he had cherished since childhood, understand? Understanding his struggle and reluctance
, he could have taken her for a moment's desire, but Wenling would have to give far more than she imagined. She was still young, and
he didn't want to imprison her in the cage he had built for her. She was naive, but he had to think of her.
This was what an uncle should do, and it was how he, as a man, loved her. Wenling didn't care
how many thoughts he had in mind; she only knew this was her last chance. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed Shangguan Jing's masculine
desire. Shangguan Jing couldn't bear such stimulation. He roared and pushed Wenling away. Caught off guard, Wenling
fell to the ground. Guan Jing was startled and quickly bent down to help her up. "No need..." She brushed away Shangguan Jing's
hand, glaring at him hatefully. "So, in your heart, I'm just a slutty woman... You hate me, don't you?"
Wenling's tears, which had stopped, fell again. She immediately reached out and wiped it away, refusing to show weakness. "No..." Shangguan Jing felt a
pang of regret, completely at a loss for what to do with Wenling. "If you want to refuse, then refuse clearly! I don't...
need you." Heartbroken, Wenling only wanted to maintain her dignity. "You..." He realized that one day he
might be driven to his death by her. He irritably scratched his head, pondering the words to dissuade Wenling from ruining herself.
"Wenling, you are still young, you will have many more choices in the future. Don't sacrifice your future happiness because of a momentary impulse
, you will regret it later!" Call him a hypocrite! But there are some things he must make clear. He
crouched down, looking directly into Wenling's eyes, trying to reason with her, "I won't regret it!!" Wenling hugged him
, nestled in her uncle's arms, completely deaf to his high-sounding advice. "Wenling
..." His moral defenses, shattered by Wenling's passion, were on the verge of collapse...
??? She looked up at her uncle, firmly saying, "No regrets, not now, not in the future, I will never
regret it." She was merely making a promise! The inner barriers, in this torrent of burning emotion, had already crumbled... There was no
need to resist anymore, was there?
"Do you really want me to hold you?" Even though he had already made up his mind, he still asked again cautiously. "My
wish is to give my first time to the person I love most... So, hold me! Uncle!" She wrapped her arms around his neck
, kissed the corner of his mouth, and answered softly. Shangguan Jing picked up the boneless Wenling and carried her to his room,
while Wenling was startled... It turned out that her sickly uncle was not as weak as she thought. He could still
lift her up effortlessly. At this moment, she was still her uncle's most cherished little princess, wasn't she? She smiled sweetly, letting
Shangguan Jing place her body on the large bed in his room. Shangguan Jing then pressed down on her body. She breathed softly
, her small fists pressing against Shangguan Jing's shoulder blades.
"What's wrong?" Since he had made up his mind to have her, he naturally didn't want her to change her mind. "Nothing..." It
was she who had decided to give herself to him, but the real feeling of being pressed down by her uncle still made her uneasy. Shangguan Jing grabbed
her small fist, placed it to his lips, and kissed it lightly. Then
he raised her hands above her head. Without making any promises or asking any questions, he just smiled gently. But Wenling found a sense of security in that familiar smile, and her body relaxed
. His hands caressed her features, and she giggled because it tickled... He kissed her forehead, her smiling eyes, her delicate
nose, and her red lips that kept overflowing with silvery laughter. His tongue darted into her mouth, intertwining with hers. This was
their first kiss. When the kiss ended, he reluctantly touched her lips with his own, but Wenling playfully...
She stuck out her tongue and traced it across his lips. "Little devil..." he scoffed. Wenling smiled smugly. He reached out and grasped
one of Wenling's breasts. Wenling's breath caught in her throat. Looking at her uncle's wicked smile, she knew he was getting revenge. Humph! He underestimated
her! She reached down and caressed her uncle's genitals through his pants.
??? "Wow..." Shangguan Jing reacted strongly to Wenling's bold actions. He kneaded
Wenling's round, small, and fair breasts with both hands, his wet kisses covering her neck and collarbone. He
then licked around her breasts with abandon, and the initial passion intensified. He rubbed her small nipples,
then took them into his mouth, caressing them with his lips and tongue. He gently nibbled at the tender nipples with his teeth, and lightly pricked the tips with his tongue.
Stimulated by this, Wenling unconsciously gripped his throbbing erection. He, in turn, used too much force, leaving
a clear finger mark on her breast. "Ah, it hurts..." Wenling complained repeatedly. "I'm sorry..." Before her was
a young, inexperienced body, and her sensitive breasts naturally couldn't withstand his vigorous kneading. He quickly loosened his grip,
gently comforting her, "It's okay, as long as it's your uncle... it's okay even if it gets damaged," she murmured shyly.
Shangguan Jing felt his blood rush to his head upon hearing this; such words were far too tempting. Only then did he realize the bestial instinct within him
, a desire to torment this tender body and hear her sweet pleas; yet, on the other hand,
he also wanted to cherish the innocent Wenling who had offered herself to him, to share with her the ultimate ecstasy between a man and a woman. He couldn't think of anything,
only letting his hands explore her body, feeling the unique smoothness and delicacy of a young girl. At this moment, he could
understand why some men his age were particularly fond of the flesh of young girls, that
smooth, satin-like touch—no man could resist that fatal attraction.
The girl beneath him was only 18 years old, the most radiant and beautiful age, and she was about to
offer her beauty to a man like him. It was a mixture of emotion and guilt. He kissed and licked her again and again, worshipping every
curve and hollow of her body with his hands; gently exploring and responding to her every trembling reaction with his tongue. He used his lips and tongue as a paintbrush to depict her
curves, imbuing her entire body with his scent and branding it with his mark. He removed her panties,
staring intently at the naked, infant-like body before him. He had seen her naked before, but then he had only focused on
her proportions, caring only about the combination of her muscles and bones. But now he couldn't think of anything else.
He could only think of breaking through her innocent barrier, becoming the first man in her life, her only master.
This impulse made his heart pound. She was naked, her body flushed a pinkish-red,
covered in a thin layer of sweat from the heat, like a fine pink pearl. Looking at her, he suddenly thought
of a painting. "Uncle, what are you thinking about?" Shangguan Jing saw her fascinated expression as she lay naked, which made her
smile. "I'm thinking about 'The Birth of a Goddess.'" That was Venus, born from a seashell,
famous for her innocent sensuality. She was too, but she only shone beneath him, a Venus exclusively his. "Ah,
you're still thinking about paintings! No!... You can only think about paintings now." "Miss me?" She reached out and cupped his face,
speaking earnestly and angrily. "Hehe..." He laughed happily. "Hmph, still laughing!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, placed her feet on
his buttocks, and with a push, they changed positions. Wenling straddled him naked, as smug as
a cat that had stolen cream. She lowered her head and unbuttoned Shangguan Jing's shirt one button at a time, kisses falling with each movement of her hands,
mimicking his kisses on his chin and collarbone. Her kisses lingered on his chest for a while, and when she licked his dark nipples,
she was surprised to find that men, like women, could also have erect nipples due to stimulation. She giggled at this discovery.
Shangguan Jing sighed at her playful caresses. He helplessly stroked her hair, like petting a kitten,
while struggling against the impulse arising from her inexperienced actions. Her kisses trailed down his body, past his abdomen and navel, but
stopped hesitantly at his crotch. She slowly raised her head, looking at Shangguan Jing with a bewildered expression. Shangguan Jing naturally hoped
she would continue, but it was her first time, and he didn't want her to feel pressured.
"Sit on top! Like before," Wenling obediently straddled him. Their eyes met, and she still felt shy.
Had she been too bold just now
? Shangguan Jing cupped her buttocks with both hands, pushing her body closer to him. "Uncle..."
she cried anxiously as they drew nearer. "Shh, don't be afraid, it's alright!" Wenling straddled his shoulders, and he spread her legs
a little wider, sliding down between her legs. Now above him was Wenling's beautiful and tender vulva.
From this angle, he could admire her most beautiful organ almost completely unprotected. He couldn't resist reaching out and touching it.
"Ah..." Wenling was startled by this provocative act and tried to escape, but her uncle's hand gripped her tender buttocks tightly.
She had no choice but to reach out and grab the iron frame in front of the bed. Although she had already spread her legs and her vulva was slightly open,
he still felt it wasn't enough, so he reached out and used two fingers to spread her legs apart. His tender flesh allowed him to clearly see her vulva and clitoris
. He noticed a small black mole on Wenling's labia, and he touched it with great affection. The slippery fluid
overflowed from the touch, and he smeared it on her inner thigh. "You're so wet..." It seemed he had found a treasure.
There weren't many people who were ignorant of human affairs yet understood them, but his Wenling was one of them. He was truly lucky. "Uncle, what
... what did you say?" Because she was distracted, she didn't hear what her uncle said clearly. Shangguan Jing gently inserted his finger into her vulva and
showed her the fluid on his finger. "This is love fluid! It's a symbol of a woman's arousal, which means you're starting to want to make
love." Shangguan Jing thought she didn't understand and quickly took the opportunity to educate her. "Uncle..." How embarrassing!
Her uncle was actually seriously explaining this to her and even showing it to her. Oh dear, she didn't want to be with her uncle anymore. Shangguan Jing naturally
understood her shyness as a young girl and didn't mind. He continued to caress her.
His hand gently probed her entrance, and Wenling immediately tensed up naturally, making his fingers slightly numb. He
persisted, but after less than two knuckles, he encountered a thin membrane. Afraid of
breaking her hymen with too much roughness, he withdrew his finger and instead began to rub her clitoris. His lips
kissed her inner thighs, while his other hand pressed firmly against her firm, plump buttocks. Her soft moans filled the air.
His desire burned even brighter, and his fingertips became rougher. Wenling felt her whole body trembling, as if she were being electrocuted. Her
legs were so trembling that she could barely kneel. Her hands gripped the handles tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force. She closed her eyes and frowned, unable
to distinguish between pleasure and anguish. "If you can't kneel, then squat down!" Wenling shook her head and refused. He wrapped his arms around her waist and
gently pressed her down. She was startled and tried to pull away, but he held her down, his lips and tongue pressing against hers. "No...
this feels so strange." Wenling, who had never experienced anything like this before, trembled and didn't know what to do. He pressed down hard on her
slender waist, which was constantly rising, and used his tongue to explore her fully bloomed, delicate flower. He licked upwards forcefully, his slippery
tongue skillfully probing her vulva. His lips, like rose petals, sucked hard on her swollen, red clitoris, forcing her to release
abundant nectar for him to drink. His wild and intense tongue techniques forced her to submit, making her tremble
naturally with his ever-growing desire as he teased her with endless rotations. Unconsciously, she swayed her hips
, rubbing against Shangguan Jing's face, her mouth uttering unconscious moans and cries. When Shangguan Jing stopped his assault, she realized she was drenched
in fragrant sweat, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It's alright, it's okay!" Shangguan Jing lifted himself from beneath her,
pulling her into his arms and gently coaxing her. Wenling looked up and saw his chin and lips glistening with her love juice.
She was immediately too ashamed to look him in the eye…
"Uncle…" she murmured, her eyes still brimming with lingering desire. He gently laid her flat on the bed,
saying earnestly, "Don't call me uncle, call me by my name."
Jing! She had called out his name countless times in her heart, and now that she could actually say it in front of her uncle,
shouldn't she be overjoyed?
"Call me," he said, lifting her chin with his finger, demanding, "Jing... Jing... Jing..." She called softly,
each syllable filled with tender affection, yet at the end, a bitter, helpless feeling spread through her. Only on this
bed could she call out her lover's name!
"What's wrong?... Don't cry!" He tenderly kissed away her tears. How could he not understand her suffering? This immoral
sin was also branded upon him. He felt a pang of heartache for her frail shoulders bearing so much. It wasn't
a mistake, but merely a farce orchestrated by God, which they had played out with such poignant beauty…
??? "You… still have a choice," he said, suppressing his inner desire and feigning indifference, giving Wenling
an excuse to escape. "You bastard…" She clung to his neck, kissing him passionately. "Don't you understand?…
As long as I can be with you, I'm not afraid of going to hell." Tears still glistened in her eyes, but her
resolve remained unchanged. "Wenling…" What arrogant words! But he was captivated by her. Moved, he called her name. He rolled over
, pinning her beneath him. Their bodies pressed together, and they realized how hot they were, a testament to their desire
, a message of longing for their lover. He spread her thighs, exposing her vulva,
carefully checking her wetness. Then, he guided his penis to her entrance, pinpointing the spot. Feeling
the touch, she trembled involuntarily. Shangguan Jing looked up at her, his eyes asking, "Are you afraid?
" She was afraid, but she wouldn't run away! Her eyes were fixed on Shangguan Jing. Shangguan Jing exerted a little force, his tip already
penetrating the folds of flesh and entering the front half of her opening. "Bite my hand!" He pried open her tightly clenched
teeth with his thumb, inserting it deep into her mouth, afraid she would bite her lip or tongue from the ensuing pain. When he was halfway inside her
, she groaned in pain, but only held his finger in her mouth, not daring to bite him. He slowly withdrew, then thrust in again,
finally squeezing most of himself into her constricted passage. He continued to penetrate until her passage was filled with his hard, hot
erection, but he still dared not... Too hasty, because he had never made love with a virgin, and his object of affection was his
Wenling. He was truly afraid of hurting her. He suppressed the urge to frantically thrust into her hot body. She
continued her rubbing and rotating movements inside him until he was drenched in sweat. Wenling also began to
sway her waist beneath him, constantly sucking on his thumb that he had placed in her mouth. Only then did he feel safe to thrust. He had originally intended
to treat her gently, but upon entering her moist, soft flower, feeling that intoxicatingly tender sucking, he
went mad.
Seeing that she showed no discomfort, he couldn't help but indulge himself, increasing his speed and force, thrusting fiercely
into the woman before him, listening to her sweet voice, calling his name in a soft cry. His heart was filled with ecstasy. With his beloved
in his arms, he felt the pleasure of being a man. He slipped one hand under her knees and pressed it against her waist, while the other hand
parted her labia, pinching and wantonly rubbing her protruding, red clitoris between his fingers. Overwhelmed by intense pleasure, Wenling
cried out louder and louder, calling out to him incessantly, silently yearning for more passion. He saw her
driven mad like a female beast! He squinted, tormenting her senses even more forcefully. In this boundless passion,
he had already gone mad. Since things had come to this, he would drag her down to be with him. He held her and rolled around on the bed, changing
their positions. He knelt, holding her on top of him, his lower body still relentlessly thrusting upwards. This position
made their union even tighter. Shangguan Jing penetrated deep into the depths of her body,
etching his exclusive mark in that unexplored territory.
They embraced each other tightly, leaving no gap between them, like conjoined twins. This
position brought even greater pleasure, plunging Wenling into an even more frenzied wave of desire. Her fingers
darted through his thick hair, and in her excitement, they dug deep into his broad back muscles, leaving marks of love. Her behavior was completely unlike her
first time; she didn't cry out in pain, but frantically and passionately demanded him, simply because she wanted to offer herself
to him without reservation.
He was moved by her performance, a surge of heat rising in his chest. He pressed her back to her original position and began
to thrust violently…
Feeling the slight tremor between his buttocks, Wenling, seemingly lost in thought, unhesitatingly
wrapped her legs around his hips just as he was about to withdraw, forcing him to remain inside her. "Don't leave me…give it to me," she cried. Let
her indulge in this fantasy just this once! She knew she couldn't bear his child, but she still wanted to experience that feeling, to
live in her beautiful fantasy, never to wake up. "Wenling!?" It was too late! His thick, white fluid suddenly shot out…
He penetrated the depths of her flower. Watching her accept him with satisfaction, his heart ached with both pain and anger. "You..." He lay on top of her,
still inside her, looking at her but unable to speak. They hadn't used a condom. How could Wenling be so foolish?
She should have known that their relationship couldn't withstand any accidents, yet she took such a risk. "It's okay,
it's a safe period today. My periods are always very regular... so it'll be fine!" She closed her eyes, wiping
the sweat from her forehead. He withdrew himself, lay down beside Wenling, and held her tired little body tightly in his arms.
Never mind, he'd deal with it tomorrow! Even if the sky were to fall, he would shield her first. Unable to bear
blaming Wenling, who was drowsy from exhaustion, he held her like a precious treasure, and too, succumbing to weariness, he fell into a deep sleep...
The next day, he woke up as dawn broke. Due to years of illness, he had developed a regular sleep schedule, so
even after the passionate night before, he still woke according to his biological clock. He didn't rush to get up, but stayed
beside his young lover. Looking at Wenling's curled-up sleeping body, he suddenly felt content. Perhaps he really could
keep her by his side; he would pamper and love her even more, building a strong shield for her so that no outside disturbances or
rumors could damage the slightest bit of her smile. He reached out and brushed the hair that fell beside her cheek, gently stroking her face. Seeing her
fluttering eyelashes, seemingly unable to wake up despite the disturbance, he couldn't help but find it amusing. Was this girl
tired, or just sleepy?
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of her crossed legs, exposed from under the sheets as she moved. There, mixed with blood and
dried, whitish fluid, was evidence of their lovemaking the previous night. His eyes darkened. He got up and wrung out a towel to wipe her .
He parted her legs, seeing her slightly swollen vulva. A wave of regret washed
over him; he had been too rough. He softened his touch, carefully wiping her, massaging her groin to relieve
the soreness. Wenling let out a soft, kitten-like sigh from the warm, comfortable touch.
After he finished, Wenling remained asleep, sleeping even more soundly. He placed his hand on her flat, white abdomen
.
Here, he had ejaculated into her womb last night. Perhaps this time it was a fluke, but what about next time?
No! He couldn't bear the possibility of loss. A tubal ligation! To uphold this incestuous love, a price must be paid, and he shall bear it! As for Wenling, 　　he will be content
as long as she continues to bloom beautifully in his hands ! 　　 Having made up his mind, he resolutely got up. Suddenly, his throat itched... 　　 "Cough...cough." He used to cough a bit every time he woke up, and he was used to it. But a metallic 　　taste rushed through his throat. When he released his hand, there were specks of red on his palm, flaunting their allure... 　　 Happiness, perhaps, was still far away from them... 　　 Wenling got up and saw her uncle sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her. She still felt shy; after 　　all, their relationship was no longer the same. "You're awake?" Noticing the movement behind him, he asked without turning around. "Jing?!" 　　A cold tone flashed across her face. Confused, he turned around, his face expressionless as he stared into her questioning eyes. He 　　said calmly and without emotion, "Since you're awake, get up and wash. We didn't use contraception last night, so I'm taking you to 　　the OB-GYN today. 　　 " Shock, disbelief. The pain of being cruelly manipulated was whipping her passion, and her heart was gradually 　　cooling... 　　 So, people's hearts can change so quickly! The tenderness and affection of last night had 　　vanished the moment he woke up this morning. Seeing her gaze shift from surprise to cold mockery, his heart ached. He reached out to 　　embrace her, calling out, "Wenling," his voice filled with unmistakable helplessness and bitterness. She brushed away his outstretched 　　hand, got out of bed, and turned her naked back to him. "I'll go to the OB-GYN myself. Don't worry about me causing you trouble 　　." She held back her tears, mimicking his cold tone. She didn't dare turn around, walking straight to the door. As she grasped the doorknob, 　　a surge of resentment and bitterness rose within her, and she blurted out without thinking, "Just hide back in your shell! ... 　　From now on, I'll never bother you again." 　　 She wanted to hurt him, but in speaking those words, she hurt herself first. Unable to bear the pain any longer, 　　tears streamed down her face. Before her sobs could escape her lips, she turned and left without looking back. "Wenling... Wenling..." Left alone in the silent 　　room, Shangguan Jing called out her name with reluctance and anguish. He had tasted the sweetness of the forbidden fruit, but now, as he swallowed it, he felt 　　an unbearable bitterness... He had been wrong after all. He shouldn't have! 　　 "Wenling, dinner's ready!" " 　　 ..." 　　 "Your favorite show has started, Wenling?" " 　　 ..." 　　 "Wenling, do you want to see what I brought back for you?" " 　　 ..." No matter 　　 the question, his answer was always silence. On the surface, they still lived together, life went 　　on as usual, but Wenling completely ignored him. She punished his avoidance in his own way, but it only made them both 　　more lonely. "Wenling..." he called at the dining table, calling to Wenling as she looked around, but not at him. In the past, he would 　　have given up, but this matter was important, and he had to tell her. "I... will be going to Germany the day after tomorrow." He got up, walked 　　to her side, and pulled her hand against her will, placing something in her palm. "This is... the living expenses I left for you 　　 ... 　　" She opened her bankbook, and upon seeing the enormous sum of money inside, she was both shocked and terrified. It 　　was enough for her to live on for several years! Was he going to leave her? 　　 For the first time, she looked him directly in the eyes, but her eyes burned with hatred and a faint sadness. She silently rose 　　, and as she brushed past him, she tossed out, "Go wherever you want! I don't care!" Her indifferent tone 　　seemed devoid of emotion; her heart was filled with despair, and she could no longer utter a word to stop him. Looking at his handsome profile, 　　this was the man who had made her grow up overnight, but he had forgotten to teach her that the pain that comes with growth is so profound. 　　She left! She hadn't returned home for two days, hadn't said goodbye, and he had flown to Germany! The two of them...

Below was a desolate mansion. Beautiful memories, passionate fervor, whispered words of love—all were locked inside, and
no one could take them away. The incessant ringing of the phone made Wenling's initial
impatience turn into hesitation. She knew who was calling, of course. She had rarely been home these past few months. Today, she
returned to retrieve her belongings, as she had found a cheap
apartment near the school. She hadn't expected her uncle to call so suddenly. Should she answer? If she didn't, perhaps she would never
speak to him again. On impulse, she picked up the phone but didn't speak. "Wenling!?...Wenling,
is that you? Say something..." "
..." Hearing the familiar voice, a flush rose to her nose. She realized she truly missed
him; she had never forgotten anything about him. "Wenling, I called you, why
weren't you home?" Or perhaps she didn't want to answer?
"I moved..." Composing herself, she finally spoke. "Moved!? Why? What happened at home
? Or..." His voice was filled with anxiety. "Because, I can't live here anymore..." He interrupted
all her doubts, slowly saying, "Wenling..." His suspicions stopped, replaced by the bittersweet understanding.
She was speechless. She should hang up, but she still lingered, hoping to hear his voice, even his panting
breath would satisfy her...
"Wenling... Wenling..." He called her name again and again, not saying "I love you," but it
conveyed his boundless longing for her more than any words of love. "When... will you come back?" she asked, still full of hope for him.
"I..." He hesitated! But she understood! She couldn't help but laugh at her own infatuation. "Uncle,
I still love you now, but one day, this feeling will fade. Then… I'll still be your little
Ling… and you'll still be my uncle… If that day comes, please come back?" She
finished speaking, suppressing a sob in her throat. No matter the form, she didn't want to lose her uncle. If she had to choose, she would choose to sever all ties
and end all love. At this moment, she only hoped that her uncle would return to her side. "…" Shangguan Jing didn't answer. His trembling
hand pressed the call button, and the sound on the other end was cut off! She didn't want to hear any rejection from him.
She needed a glimmer of hope to help her continue living. She continued living in Taiwan, attending school during the day and working at night
, paying for her own living expenses. Apart from tuition, she hadn't touched a single penny of her uncle's money. She had changed! No longer
the pampered young lady who expected everything to be done for her. Now, she lived a very hard life, never daring
to forget the promise she made that day. She always had a premonition that under such a life, she should soon be able to forget her twisted infatuation with her uncle. Being
busy was the best way to forget. When that day came, and her uncle could return to her side, even with regrets,
she would still be willing. Starting the day, she dressed neatly and was about to leave when she met
a man in a sharp suit at the door. The man walked towards her, and she looked at him questioningly, saying, "You are…?"
"Excuse me, are you Yan Wenling, miss?" he abruptly interrupted her. Seeing her nod, he continued, "Hello
, Miss Yan, I am Shangguan Jing's appointed lawyer, my surname is Wang." He handed her his business card. She took it and couldn't help
but ask, "What happened to my uncle?"
He hesitated, then said, "It's not convenient to talk here. I think Miss Yan would like to come with me to the firm
. There are some documents Mr. Shangguan asked me to leave in my office."
She followed him to the law firm, puzzled. An assistant led her to a seat and served her hot tea
… She sat upright on the leather sofa, feeling extremely uneasy. The lawyer, Wang, rummaged through the documents for a moment, then
stood beside her, looking at her before speaking: "I am Mr. Shangguan's appointed lawyer and also his
executor of his will. I will now read his will. I, Shangguan Jing, hereby bequeath two-thirds of my property and all
real estate to my niece, Miss Yan Wenling, and the remainder to charity..."
Hearing the lawyer's professional yet cold voice, her heart chilled. Was it a joke? How wicked! Her uncle
's method of making her give up was truly cruel. She was genuinely terrified. He had won! She wanted to scream, but found her
voice stuck in her throat, unable to come out. Her consciousness gradually faded, and she only saw the lawyer's mouth opening and closing like a fish
... She couldn't hear his voice. "Miss Yan... Miss Yan..." Seeing her lack of response, the lawyer sighed
and then said, "Miss Yan, regarding the painting Mr. Shangguan left you, it will belong to you after the exhibition.
A week later, Caifeng Gallery will hold a retrospective exhibition for Mr. Shangguan at the Taipei Fine Arts Museum. That painting will also be
transported back from Germany for the exhibition. You can still go and see it.
" She didn't speak, but stood up quietly and left the office. That day, she walked for a very long time before getting home
... Her feet were blistered and broken, but she didn't feel any pain. She didn't go to class, didn't go out, ate
and slept very little, and mostly just stared quietly at the ceiling on her bed...
"Mr. Shangguan went to Germany for treatment of a bronchial gland tumor, but his condition had become so severe
that he was unresponsive to surgery. Unable to undergo surgery, he could only be treated with medication, but it was ineffective…
He unfortunately passed away five months after arriving in Germany!" Attorney Wang's sorrowful voice echoed in her mind, but
it still felt unreal. Her uncle was perfectly fine when he left her, and now he was dead? How strange! Perhaps she
was dreaming! Maybe if she slept a little longer, her uncle would call and tell her it was just
a joke he played on her. She closed her eyes tightly, forcing herself to sleep, even though she wasn't tired at all…
"Beep… beep…" Her phone rang. For a moment, she was oblivious, then suddenly thought—her uncle!
It was her uncle!
She jumped up, picked it up from the table, and tremblingly pressed the call button. "Hello?" Her voice trembled,
fearing her hopes would be dashed, but she was still disappointed. "Ms. Yan? This is Attorney Wang. Mr. Shangguan's exhibition has started
; today is the second day. If you have time, please go and take a look!" As Shangguan Jing's good friend, he naturally
knew that Wenling was Shangguan's beloved child, and he paid extra attention to her. This was his friend's request.
She hung up! She collapsed back onto the bed, dazed and confused, but a strange restlessness stirred within her, as if someone was urging her to do something.
She grabbed her purse, ignoring her disheveled state, and hailed a taxi at the alleyway entrance. "Miss, where to?"
The driver turned to ask what to do. She didn't know! But her mouth seemed to speak on its own, "Municipal Art Museum
." She got out of the car in front of the museum and stepped inside. A receptionist followed her… She glanced at her and continued on her way.
The entire room was filled with her uncle's paintings; the intense colors made her eyes sting
…
Which one? Which one was left to her by her uncle? These paintings were filled with their memories, paintings she had
watched him paint stroke by stroke, beside him. Was he really so cruel? Did he not love her, yet leave her with the most intense pain,
letting her wail in her memories?
She kept walking and walking, the more she looked, the colder her heart grew… Standing before a narrow passage, she hugged herself and squatted
down. "Hey, that painting is different from the others! And I've never seen him paint people before... Oh,
right, who was that person he painted? I'm so curious!" A petite woman in her early twenties stepped
out of the passage and spoke as she passed Wenling. "The person is dead! Besides, it's none of your business!" The man beside her
scoffed coldly. Watching them leave, she slowly stood up and entered through the passage they had come from... ???
At the end of the passage was a small, sunlit room with only one painting hanging inside, using sunlight as its
sole light source. From a distance, the painting seemed enormous, almost the size of a window. She slowly
stepped inside, stood before the painting, and gazed intently at it.
??? Tears... for the first time since that day, slid down her cheeks...
In the painting, a woman lies quietly on her side on a white sheet, resting sweetly in sleep. Her
pink nipples are exposed to the air, like the finest rubies. Her lower body is covered by the sheet, only her long, slender
legs dangle out, exuding a natural, unpretentious allure. Her skin is as white as porcelain,
appearing translucent and lifelike under the sunlight. This angle, this soft hue, is like the deepest gaze of a lover.
He awaits his beloved to awaken from her sweet dream and bloom with her most beautiful smile. Silent, the painting
itself contains a profound love. Even those unfamiliar with art can sense the artist's deep affection for the woman in the painting.
The painting's title, *die geliebte* (The Lover), is his final promise—the name of the painting, and also the identity
he bestowed upon her. Her tears, hot and relentless, stream down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground. That is her
! The person her uncle painted is her! He painted her with the softest colors, a version of her she herself had never
seen. Was this how her uncle saw her?
Was this the very image her uncle had painstakingly painted in his final moments? Did it represent that she was the love of his entire life
?
"Liar… Shangguan Jing, you big liar…" She cried as she crossed the boundary, stroking the frame. Why?
Why didn't he tell her? Why did he keep it from her? Why did he die alone?
Why didn't he let her be by his side, to accompany him in his final moments? It was regret, it was reluctance… She stroked the painting, weeping
uncontrollably. "Jing…" she cried out, but no one answered her… He was dead, truly dead! Leaving behind his
greatest love, his painting, and her… forever… No one will ever again call out gently in that deep voice, "Wen
Ling! Wen Ling!"
"Uncle... I love you, don't leave me..." The room echoed with the sorrow and
bitterness deep within her heart, but he could no longer hear it...
Fifteen years later…
A woman dressed in black, with a dignified and beautiful face, walked into the peaceful and serene cemetery…
She stopped before a grave, the final resting place of her uncle. “Uncle, long time no see… How are you
? You’re not chasing after naked angels every day, are you? Hehe… That won’t do!” The man in the photograph, with his unchanged humorous
tone, smiled warmly in response. “Well… I used the money you left me to set up a foundation
to help every talented but impoverished student have the opportunity to learn. You should be
very happy to do that!”
She stood quietly before the grave, recounting the events of the past few years. Because her uncle was buried in Germany, she rarely had the chance
to visit. After talking for a while, she stopped, looking at the man in the photograph smiling and gazing ahead. She turned her head…
to look in the same direction as him. “Isn’t it beautiful here, Uncle?” Isn’t it? From this hillside, one can glimpse
the ocean; on a clear day, the sea and sky merge into a seamless expanse of azure. Such a view—
how could Uncle, who loves beautiful things, not love the person in the photograph? He didn't answer, only smiled gently as always. In this tender moment
, time flowed silently…
Until a pair of small shoes came into view, she looked up…
"Mommy!" The sweet, chubby figure was just like herself as a child. She smiled and pulled the round little body close
, standing before the grave, introducing with a smile: "Uncle, this is my daughter, her name is Siyao."
Distant longing… She paused for a moment before continuing, "Look, isn't it just like when I was little?"
"Come on, Siyao, this is your great-uncle! He's Mommy's relative. You should say hello to your great-uncle!"
The little girl timidly stepped out from behind her mother's back. Reluctantly, the little girl stood in front of the grave and called out "Great-uncle,"
then shrank back behind her mother. "Wife," a tall and imposing man walked steadily to her side and
embraced her. She nestled against her husband, holding her daughter's hand. "Uncle, this is my husband. We've been married
for six years... I'm very happy now!" She gazed at the person in the photo, a smile of immense contentment on her face.
"Ling, it's time to go!" The wind was strong in the cemetery, and seeing her thin clothing, the man urged her on. "Yes..." She glanced
at the person in the photo, giving her a nod. The little girl had already run off, and the man quickly chased after her, taking her small hand in his.
"Uncle... goodbye, I'll come see you again next time." She gently bowed goodbye, turning to look ahead at her
husband and daughter's retreating figures. She froze, lost in a flood of memories...
That day, just like today, was a gentle March day, a season of warm spring blossoms. Her uncle held
her hand tightly. She looked up, her eyes filled with unease, and asked, "Lingling, can I really live with you?"
Her uncle smiled gently, ruffling her hair, and said, "Silly girl, of course you can. If you want, you can
stay at my house forever. My home is Wenling's home."
Looking at her uncle's gentle yet firm smile, she smiled sweetly, as if she had found her life's purpose. A tear
slid down her cheek as she recalled the past. She wiped it away, smiled, glanced at her uncle behind her, and then, without hesitation,
caught up with her husband and daughter, leaving them embraced. The sound of the wind rustling through the treetops seemed like lovers whispering
their beloved's name, carrying comfort and blessings, gradually disappearing into the air…
That day, the wind was gentle, the sky was azure… [The End
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