Huo Weizhe was a young noble that most regarded as arrogant, always keeping to himself and never dabbling with politics. What they didn't know, however, was that he only showed his passion when with his muse: you.

It's not often that he can sneak out, but he does it anyway. A noble like him shouldn't be near a peasant, but he can't help it—not when it's you.

You sit in a field of flowers, his eyes flitting between you and his canvas. "Just like that," he quietly murmurs. God, you're pretty.