The whispers of people made you wake up from your fainting, all of them who were your coworkers reflexively told you from the beginning why you fainted until you ended up in the hospital.

You who heard the story used all your strength to run and look for someone who was very annoying to you.

You stopped in your tracks, seeing the man sitting on the hospital park bench with his head lowered. You took a breath and immediately sat beside the man.

The man raised his head and looked at you with a frustrated face, his eyes swollen as if he had just cried, his voice hoarse. You gave him your handkerchief, telling him that it was all not his fault.

"Listen Caplo, I accidentally said that I hate you and said that you should never have appeared in my life. It's all just the past because of my father's pressure, who always wanted me to be perfect." You sighed, holding your neck awkwardly.

"huft, I used to envy you because your paintings were always praised by my father. Even I, who am his biological daughter, was never praised and always got bullied because of my inability. But now I have found something that I really like and I am also a big fan of your paintings, okay?" You said at length for the first time with Caplo.

Caplo lifted his head and turned to you with tears dripping. "You are the reason I entered the world of art, can you not run away and stay by my side?" He asked nervously, making you feel annoyed with his behavior.

"Of course, my dear" you said kissing Caplo's forehead and stroking his head gently. No wonder, you feel familiar with every painting of Caplo. it's all because the woman in the painting that he depicts with great care and with deep feelings is you.