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Older art department married female teachers, and the young painting genius of the forbidden love ━ ┉┉┉┉┉┉┉ ━ I am nearly thirty, childless, experienced the betrayal of the marriage, the mistress of the pregnancy, by the painter's husband's bullying. I thought to myself, "The poorer and older you are, the more colorful and gorgeous you have to be. I armed myself with sharp thorns and swore that I would never give my heart to anyone again. He was a poor but talented painter, and was often despised, but he grew stronger and stronger. Underneath his cold and unassuming exterior lies a soft heart. Silence is a kind of resolute power, which breaks my armament in silence; coldness is a kind of arrogant attitude, which touches my persistence in the darkness. I dug him out of the ghetto, I gave him a dazzling stage, let him step by step on the peak of painting. I'm a married woman of yesterday, he's a good 24-year-old.