Yueyao shook her head and said, "I'm not lonely."
Mingzhu, moving the hair that had fallen onto Yueyao's face behind her ear, said, "You are only sixteen now, so naturally you don't feel lonely, but when you're in your fifties or sixties, all by yourself, will you still think you're not lonely? When that time comes, will you still be able to pass the days with just your paintings?"
Yueyao fell silent.
Mingzhu continued, "Yueyao, I know you enjoy painting, but painting doesn't conflict with getting married. After you are married, you can still paint, you can still become a Great Painter like Mr. Yu Shan."
Yueyao gave a bitter smile, "It's not that easy, after getting married, a lot of energy gets diverted."
Mingzhu did not reply to that, instead, she asked Yueyao, "Yueyao, you like children so much, haven't you ever thought about having one of your own, with your own bloodline?"
