The hall glows with golden light. Gentle music drifts in the air. Guests sip champagne while admiring paintings.
XIAO ZHAN, tall and magnetic in his tailored suit, charms a group of investors with his eloquent words. His smile is flawless, but his eyes carry a quiet emptiness.
Suddenly, he notices a painting at the far end of the hall. He excuses himself, walking toward it.
The portrait is breathtaking—an image of a man with soulful eyes, confident yet fragile. It is him.
Xiao Zhan (MC)
(softly, to himself)
Impossible…
A low voice cuts through his thoughts.
WANG YIBO stands nearby, hands tucked into his pockets. His gaze is sharp, his aura cold and unbothered.
Wang Yibo (ML)
You stare as if the canvas might answer you.
Xiao Zhan (MC)
(turning, intrigued)
Perhaps it already has.
Wang Yibo (ML)
Then you’re mistaken. It reflects no one—only what I choose to reveal.
Xiao Zhan (MC)
(smiles faintly)
Strange. It feels like you’ve painted my soul.
Yibo scoffs, but his eyes linger on Zhan longer than intended.
Wang Yibo (ML)
You’re too self-assured, CEO. Not everything revolves around you.
Xiao Zhan (MC)
(leaning closer, voice low)
Yet here we are—me, staring at myself through your art… and you, watching me.
Their gazes lock. The air grows heavy with unspoken tension.
A gallery staff interrupts—calling Xiao Zhan back to his guests. He takes one last look at Yibo.
Xiao Zhan (MC)
(with quiet certainty)
I’ll find you again.
He walks away, leaving Yibo unsettled, his usual composure cracked for the first time.
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