The Divorcee Amazed the World

The group successfully arrived at the Treasure Island Airport.

After getting off the plane, they took a taxi to the Treasure Island Museum.

Just as they got into the taxi, a tall figure followed them and got into the same taxi.

The man had a handsome and rugged face, slightly dark skin, a crew cut, and bright black eyes with long eyelashes.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

It was Jay.

Shortly after the car started, Jay’s phone rang.

After answering, a voice with a gentle yet firm tone came through the phone, “I heard you flew to Treasure Island?”

Jay tugged at his lips, “You really have a lot of informants around me.”

“Do you like her that much?”

Jay made a low hum.

“She’s a married woman, and she’s from that family. If you persist like this, come back.”

Jay fell silent for a moment, “She got divorced.”

The woman remained silent.

After a moment, she said, “Even so, it’s not allowed. After all, she has been with someone from that family. Mom still hopes you stay away from people from that family, as far away as possible. It’s best to come back.”

Jay’s eyebrows and eyes were firm, “You promised me that you wouldn’t interfere with my private affairs before I turn thirty. After thirty, everything will be up to you.”

The woman sighed heavily, “I’ve never seen someone so infatuated as you.”

She hung up the phone.

Jay put down his phone, opened his wallet, and stared at a photo inside.

The photo was a bit yellowed, showing signs of age.

It featured a young boy and a young girl, both around ten years old.

The boy had handsome features without losing a sense of strength, fair and slender.

The girl had an oval-shaped face, fair skin, and a pair of fluffy, big eyes full of vitality. Her nose was straight, and she looked like an adorable elf.

The two sat side by side under a pear tree, each playing a flute.

White pear blossoms floated down gracefully around them.

The boy turned his head to look at the girl, his bright eyes filled with affection.

Jay’s fingertips gently stroked the girl’s small cheek in the photo, gazing at her with lingering love. As he looked and looked, a painful regret surged in his heart.

Some people, once missed, never have a chance again.

He closed his eyes deeply.

Twenty minutes later.

Helena arrived at the Treasure Island Museum.

After buying tickets and presenting valid identification, she entered the museum.

She headed straight for the museum’s flagship treasure, the painting “Journey through Mountains and Rivers.”

Standing in front of the large canvas, more than two meters long, Helena gazed for a long time.

This painting was the museum’s most valuable treasure.

A majestic mountain stood proudly before her, with deep and heavy mountain ranges exuding a powerful momentum.

As she looked at the painting, Helena inexplicably felt like crying, deeply moved by the power of art.

She wasn’t alone in feeling this way; almost everyone who saw this painting found it unforgettable, sparking curiosity, emotion, and even tears.

This was a mysterious painting that seemed to possess a mysterious force.

The depiction of the mountains in this painting surpassed the works of all successors for thousands of years.

Helena stared at the ancient painting in a trance, contemplating deeply.

Unbeknownst to her, not far away, a tall and sturdy figure was gazing at her thoughtfully.

The man had a handsome and stern appearance, with a sharp nose, mouth, and jawbone. Yet, his eyes were full of tenderness.