His painting of Ayu was indeed loved by the editor.
That's good... isn't it?
Yes, that’s good, isn’t it?
The man raised his head, a faint light shining in his eyes.
Why bother with Ayu’s authenticity?
Even if Ayu is fake...it's not bad.
That Ayu is his own Ayu.
Ayu may be his unique muse who came to help him realize his dream.
Isn’t it better to think like this?
What was he struggling with before?
The man's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
He turned to look at Ayu by the window.
...
"Dong dong~"
There was a knock on the door.
The man was a little startled and turned around subconsciously.
Then, he saw Editor Zhang pushing in the door.
"Sorry, I thought you might not get up and open the door for me."
Editor Zhang explained his behavior just now, "That's why I didn't close the door when I went out."
"It's just a cover-up."
"My home is not very far from yours."
...
Editor Zhang walked up to the man and stretched out his palm. On his palm lay a green jade pendant.
"This is the jade pendant I'm talking about."
The man took a look at the jade pendant. The color was good, but that was all.
It wasn't much different from what he saw in the store.
He doesn't understand jade and can't see anything special about this jade.
However, this is not important anymore.
He looked up at Editor Zhang, with a slight smile on his face, "Editor Zhang, thank you for your kindness."
"But, no need."
"No?"
Editor Zhang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Are you okay?"
Now it was the man's turn to be stunned.
He was hesitating whether to tell the truth to Editor Zhang.
Little did he know that his expression already told Editor Zhang the answer.
"Where is Ayu?"
Editor Zhang asked directly.
"Ah? By the window."
The man blurted out.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's face was full of annoyance.
...
Editor Zhang walked towards the window.
The sound of rain became louder in my ears.
A wind carrying raindrops blew through the cracks in the window.
Brush it onto your face, giving it a slight chill.
In fact, he didn't know what he was doing here.
In his eyes, there was no one at the window.
However, he had already brought the jade pendant, and he always felt like leaving halfway.
He just wanted to try.
As for what to try, he couldn't tell.
Just try it.
…
Editor Zhang rubbed his fingers on the jade pendant in his palm.
It feels soft and slightly cool to the touch.
The green color seems to have shallow waves.
He blinked and looked intently.
What's going on?
But just now...
Is it because of the light?
Editor Zhang raised the jade pendant, moved slightly, adjusted the position and angle of the jade pendant in his hand, and looked at the jade pendant carefully in the light of the room.
…
"ah."
The man let out a low cry.
Editor Zhang looked subconsciously.
But she saw that the man looked anxious, and he had already stood up and walked over quickly, "Editor Zhang, are you going to run into-"
"..."
Editor Zhang looked confused, "Am I going to run into him?"
"Jang Hyuk?"
But the man couldn't hear Editor Zhang's voice.
In his field of vision, Editor Zhang was walking back and forth by the window holding a jade pendant, and almost passed Ayu several times.
Especially when he screamed, Editor Zhang's body was about to hit Ayu.
He also forgot that Ayu was just a hallucination of his, and was so worried that he ran over and grabbed Editor Zhang.
However, his steps stopped.
The greenery before my eyes was dazzling.
He closed his eyes subconsciously.
When he opened his eyes again, Ayu was gone.
However, he smelled a faint smell of blood.
His pupils narrowed for a moment.
"Ayu, Ayu..."
"Ayu!"
He ran back and forth by the window. It was a place that could be clearly seen at a glance, but he ran back and forth several times.
Until Editor Zhang couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed Zhang He who was in a state of confusion.
Although he was a little angry at Zhang He's rude action of pushing him away just now, seeing Zhang He's appearance, he could only sigh in his heart.
Hallucinations are indeed terrifying.
Can it actually affect people to such an extent?
…
"Ayu, Ayu..."
The man broke free from the shackles of the editor and rolled his eyes.
"Wow~"
He pushed open the window forcefully.
The wind howled, mixed with the rain.
The man touched his face and then lay down on the window sill.
He looked out, 'Ayu, Ayu...'
"Ayu, where are you?!"
"Ayu..."
…
"enough!"
Editor Zhang forcefully dragged the man off the window sill.
"Bang~"
He closed the window hard.
The whole room seemed to tremble slightly.
"Ayu is just your illusion!"
Editor Zhang shouted loudly, "She's gone, which means your hallucination is gone."
"What else are you looking for her for?!"
…
Editor Zhang was a little out of breath.
Looking at the man who was no longer struggling, he breathed out slowly, "Zhang He."
He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, "You're done."
"Your hallucination is gone."
"You can't see Ayu anymore."
"You're okay."
But soon, the excitement in his eyebrows slowly faded away. Looking at the dazed man in front of him, he thought he hadn't reacted yet.
After all, things changed so fast, and he didn't expect it to be so smooth, and it even made him feel a little like thunder and rain?
Aren’t mental illnesses difficult to treat?
Just now he was worried about the man's abnormality, but now the man said that Ayu was gone and his hallucination was gone.
If the hallucination is gone, doesn't that mean...
He grabbed the man's shoulders and shook them vigorously, "Did you hear that, Zhang He?"
"You're ready!"
"Your hallucination is gone!"
"You're fine!"
"Your spirit is fine!"
But his excitement was not resonated at all.
A strange look appeared on Editor Zhang's face, "...Aren't you happy?"
"Zhang He, your hallucination is gone, you-"
"no!"
The man suddenly interrupted Editor Zhang loudly.
Then he murmured in a low voice, "No, no..."
The green light just now and the faint smell of blood in the air made him uneasy.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Editor Zhang, "Editor Zhang, are you injured?"
"ah?"
The man's inexplicable question made Editor Zhang stunned for a moment, "Injured?"
He subconsciously looked at himself and said, "No."
"Okay, how could I get hurt?"
"Why do you ask?"
...
"I smell blood."
The man's heart skipped a beat because of Editor Zhang's words.