7

Before I could even ask the question in my mind, the system sent my soul back to Julian. I floated beside him, observing everything silently.

Today is the day when Julian attends the award ceremony for the Top Ten Outstanding Young Painters. His hair is combed meticulously and he looks very energetic. Jasmine, who walked into the venue arm in arm with him, also looks radiant. Even I think they are a perfect match. However, the number above his head shocked me: 359 days, 16 hours and 30 seconds.

I was a little unwilling. How could Julian die in another year? At this time, the reporter handed him the microphone: "Hello, Mr. Si, I heard that you broke a finger while protecting Miss Jasmine. Will this affect your future creations?"

Julian took Jasmine 's hand affectionately , and a diamond ring as big as a pigeon egg shone in front of everyone. " Jasmine is more important to me than my future. I have proposed to her and hope to get your blessings." I sneered. My wife's first seven days of death have not even passed yet, and he is rushing to get married again so soon.

The reporter immediately took out a photo and said, "What about your wife? As far as I know, you and your wife have not divorced. Miss Jasmine is also your wife's sister. Are you trying to get third party treatment?" These reporters quickly surrounded them as if they were organized, with the cameras almost facing their faces.

"And it was your wife who accompanied you step by step to where you are today. Mr. Julian, isn't your affectionate persona too fake?"

"The painting you auctioned some time ago was found to be a picture of your wife's back. Mr. Julian, do you have anything to say?"

"Mr. Julian..." The reporters' questions were like a barrage of questions, leaving them no room to answer.