This story is part of the new update on the CN server. tw: a little angst but with a happy ending.
⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️
This post contains a detailed spoiler for a story that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~
As we spend more and more time together, our understanding of each other also grows deeper. Often, just with a simple action and a look at each other, we can already accurately grasp other’s inner thoughts.
Just when I thought there were no more hidden secrets between us, I found an unfinished painting in the studio. This is the only “secret” I couldn’t talk to Lucien.
Ever since discovering its existence, I can’t help but sneak in to see its progress as I pass by the studio.
In the beginning, there were only extremely simple and clean sketches, but later on, the lines were gradually developed. The lines neatly outline a world of abstract scenery, and the blooming flowers look like an endless stream of oceans.
There are two figures hidden in the sea of flowers. One looks like Lucien and the other looks like me.
It is a pity that it was a black and white world, without the colour of paint, that sea of flowers always makes me feel a little lonely.
The progress of the painting’s completion accelerated as the anniversary between us approached. I guess it was a gift he prepared for that day.
It turns out that my guess was correct.
He took me to the studio and gave me the painting. When I looked at it, I remembered what Lucien had said, that I could show my true thoughts in front of him at any time.
With this in mind, I raised my head to look at Lucien and earnestly voiced my idea.
MC: Lucien, why don’t we colour this painting together?
MC: I want to know what the two people in the sea of flowers will look like when they are coloured. What do you think?
Lucien’s eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, but he immediately curled the corners of his lips and gently nodded at me.
Lucien: Okay.
Lucien: I trust that with your guidance, it will be the icing on the cake.
He started his remarks with a little humour, and then looked at the painting tools stacked in the far corner.
Lucien: Then I’ll look for the painting tool first?
I waved my little finger to him, gesturing to present my suggestion.
MC: Don’t we have the most “natural” way?
I squeezed out different colours of paint on the palette, bright red, vivid purple, fresh green, lively yellow…
Lucien hesitated at the colourful palette and hung his fingers in mid-air.
I went to his side and grabbed his wrist, wanting to pick the bright pink colour.
MC: Let’s start with the sky!
Just like him, I also painted with pink colour, little by little on the blank space that belongs to the sky.
Lucien: What a dreamy sky.
MC: Do you like it!
Lucien: I hope to see such a view with you one day.
MC: I heard that in addition to the pink sky, there are also pink beaches.
Lucien: And white, gold, green… we can all go and see.
Between the words, our fingertips touched, and the warm sensation made me subconsciously pull my hand away.
Looking at the remaining pink on my fingertips, I tapped the tip of his nose in a sneaky way.
Lucien was slightly stunned and then narrowed his eyes, but the pink paint on the tip of his nose added a touch of tenderness to his expression at the moment.
He cupped my cheeks and lowered his eye, the tip of his nose rubbing lightly over my forehead, and I felt a slightly cool sensation.
The paint that hadn’t dried up was rubbed against my forehead by Lucien
After doing that, he didn’t let go of me and continued to hold my face.
His action made me shy and my ears felt hot, so I looked away.
MC: Haha, I didn’t think pink would go well with you!
Lucien’s eyes flashed a smile, then he let me go and went on with my words.
Lucien: For me, it looks better on you.
After laughing and joking about painting the sky pink, we encountered a new problem-
In this painting, the large sea of flowers under the sky is drawn with great detail, and even a small flower petal is carefully outlined in different shapes.
I don’t have the heart to destroy such a delicate sea of flowers, so I hesitated to start.
This time, it was Lucien who grabbed my wrist.
After he took my finger to pick a colour on the palette, he pressed it on one tiny iris petal on the canvas.
The colour patch was painted out of line but the result was better than expected.
Lucien: There’s no need to think too much, I just want to know what colour it was supposed to look like in your eyes.
Lucien: Let’s just fill it all up, shall we?
MC: Um!
Our fingerprints overlapped on the canvas, indistinguishable from each other.
The two fingertips moving on the canvas are like tacit dancers, paddling dance steps that only each other can match, completing a beautiful dance.
This work may not be exquisite, but for us, it has a special meaning.
MC: If the world had been this colour, it would have been more colourful, right?
Looking at the warm painting in front of me, I sighed, and Lucien turned his head to look at me with soft eyes.
Lucien : For me, this is what the world is like.
Lucien: The colors in my world are all painted by your hand.
He leaned close to my face, and a warm and soft kiss landed on my hot cheek.
Lucien: Thank you for giving me such a world.
Sweet kisses like candy rained down on me. I closed my eyes and immersed myself in Lucien’s scent.
In fact, it is my luck to be able to enter his world.
After the painting was finished together, we hung it in our bedroom.
In many dreams, I’ve seen that pink sky.
Then I would excitedly take Lucien’s hand beside me and reach out to point to the sky that was overflowing with happy colours.
“Lucien, look, we’re really lucky! We actually saw a pink sky!” “
The words that Lucien said in the dream are different every time. The only constant is that he always holds my hand tightly.
Ring ring…
The sound of the alarm clock prompted me to open my eyes. Lucien was sleeping beside me, but his hands were still intertwined with mine, just like in the dream.
I gently moved over and dropped a kiss on his face, feeling the experience of this real touch.
I don’t think I’ll be attached to those empty illusions anymore because as long as I open my eyes, I can embrace the real wonderful thing on my side.