The Great Artist // NINE PERCENT Chen Linong

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○ Your genuinely created love is invaluable ○

The artist has been troubled lately. Ever since the writer said that promises were meant to be broken, she has been having sleepless nights, thinking whether his words make sense. And she would hate to admit that his words could be true.

But she was a stubborn woman, she wouldn't admit that to him. She thought that his words do have a high chance of being correct. His explanations were spot-on and she now doubts even more about their relationship, the one they have built for 2 years now.

Sure that isn't a long time if compared to other couples but 2 years was still a lot of time for progress and all that. It was terrifying for her to think that he was actually correct and that her lover was actually cheating on her. But she didn't want to believe in that.

She wanted to continue to hope that she was still the only one in his heart, that he won't find a replacement while she was still there, that he wouldn't betray her out of his own words. She had a wall in her heart, one that he hasn't managed to break down and fully know her yet.

And yet this writer who is known as Leo, Chen Linong was able to almost crash down the walls of her true self with just the two sentences he mentioned a few weeks ago. It was all so weird but something in her was telling her that he was correct.

A voice in her tells her that his suspicions and thoughts were all correct and that she should believe him. But she didn't want to just yet. She didn't know if she could trust him anymore. For all she knew he could just be making things up because he has feelings for her.

She was losing her mind, painfully and slowly and now she was also having nightmares. She had many weird nightmares ever since their last conversation, nightmares of not her lover leaving her, but the writer leaving her.

Sure she had nightmares about her lover leaving her too but the writer leaving happens more frequently and it all felt so surreal. She didn't know why she felt this way, why her heart felt this way. It was like when she first... fell for the CEO.

She didn't know exactly what this is all about but the writer knew so much of what she didn't. He was like a fortune teller or a know-it-all but he was not even close to boastful. He was still humble despite his vast range of knowledge and over the moon imaginations. He was a perfect man.

The writer, though, had been feeling anxious throughout the whole time she hasn't talked to him. He was too attached to her bright smile, her silky blonde hair, her emerald green eyes, oh those beautiful eyes were his favorite. It was like they were giving him the life he's always wanted just as the color green means life.

He had this bad feeling for this day. He didn't know why he just had it because nothing has happened so far today. He had a feeling that someone or something is in danger, or possibly already harmed or something of the sort. He never knew why he keeps having these kind of feelings.

That is, until he heard sobbing when he was going to grab a glass of water to drink. Instead of grabbing what he was going to in the first place and went to where he heard those sobs from. He ended in front of the great artist's room door and was confused.

Did her lover break up with her so suddenly or was it something different, something other than this particular reason that the writer predicted? He was a curious man so he just enters the room but not before knocking the door.