Artists love language is making art of their lover, their muse artists don't confess they make art of their loved one. And that what you loved about Minghao. He was a huge introvert but he confessed to you with a letter, a well written and pretty letter, and yeah. You feel for him Today was Minghao's biggest exhibition, you were walking though it while some people were talking, bragging about how good the painting were. When you stopped in front of one, it was the biggest canvas and it was a painting of you "The soft moonflower in the cold night" Suddenly you felt an arm around you "What do you think about this one honey?"