You are like the warm sun

Chapter 35 Past and Present Life
After returning home and finishing her homework, Tang Wan placed the drawing board in the study, then took out her paintbrush and started painting.

Perhaps it was because she had not yet started learning to paint and her hands had no muscle memory. She could clearly feel that her painting skills had become much less refined and she couldn't even draw a complete circle.

Tang Wan spent an hour getting herself familiar with the paintbrush again before she began painting.

In her previous life, she started learning watercolor painting in her freshman year and signed up for an interest class.

Later, I fell in love with the feeling of painting and began to practice crazily. I immersed myself in the painting and stopped thinking about the outside world. My mood became extremely peaceful.

After graduating from university, she became an illustrator, creating illustrations for films, animations, and novels. She works from home and, aside from weekly trips to the Fight Club for Sanda practice, doesn't interact with the outside world much, leading a peaceful and simple life.

If it weren't for the car accident, her life might have continued like this.

The day of the car accident happened to be my father’s death anniversary.

She took a taxi to the cemetery, and halfway through, an out-of-control bus slammed into the taxi from the side. Thinking back now, she still remembers the pain of her bones shattering. It might have been a long time, or maybe just a minute... Suddenly, she heard the driver of the car in front of her anxiously calling her, "Girl, are you okay?!"

At that moment, she thought thankfully:

How great! The driver is fine.

She didn't implicate him.

Even if I die now, I won't feel guilty.

She also didn't know who would come to collect her body after she died, but that was after she died, so who cares...

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Tang Wan discovered that when someone deliberately distances himself from you, you and he can't even say a word to each other.

She and Shao Zhouci were only separated by a row of seats, yet it felt like a thousand miles. Even though they were in the same classroom, they would never interact unless someone approached them intentionally to start a conversation.

Class positions will be changed after school on Friday afternoon.

Everyone began packing up and moving their desks and chairs. To ensure fairness for students sitting near the walls and in the last row, the homeroom teacher had instituted a monthly seating rotation system since last semester. Group members drew lots to determine their seating rows, and then moved between groups—for example, Group 4 moved to Group 1, Group 1 to Group 2, and so on.

This time, Tang Wan moved to the second row, while Shao Zhouci got the last row.

Now they were even further apart.

After moving the tables and chairs, Tang Wan stood in front of the table to tidy up the messy textbooks.

Gu Jiajia slumped over the table, wailing hopelessly, "Ah, what kind of luck do I have? I was immediately assigned to the second row. It's so close to the podium, it's practically under the teacher's nose!"

How come she's been falling asleep in class this month?
It’s so painful to think about it.

Gu Jiajia pouted bitterly, not wanting to face this fact, "Tang Wan, go draw lots next time. You should have better luck than me."

Tang Wan smiled when she heard this, "Not necessarily."

"No matter what, you go ahead. This way, even if you draw something next to the trash can, I won't feel so upset." She just didn't want to admit that she had bad luck.

Tang Wan responded, "Okay."

Ever since she helped her in the last math class, the relationship between the two has become much closer.

Gu Jiajia turned towards her and watched her packing her things. After watching for a while, she suddenly had an idea: "Tang Wan, do you want to go shopping together this weekend?"

　Everyone can have a beautiful imagination about Wanwan's rebirth.

　　such as.

　　Father Tang, who died in his previous life, was worried about Wanwan and had been following her around quietly to protect her. He accidentally learned that she had someone she loved. Unable to bear the thought of her living alone, Father Tang found seventeen-year-old Ah Ci on the Naihe Bridge in Hell...

　　(Next, you can imagine as much as you want)
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(End of this chapter)