Chapter 2200: You are my only color 35

Wen Jin really didn't expect the situation to change so quickly.

After Jin Chen's preemptive strike, it seemed that no matter how he questioned him, he would feel guilty.

Seeing Jin Chen turn to leave, Wen Jin grew more panicked, not knowing how to put it into words, he earnestly grabbed Jin Chen: "Sorry, Xiao Chen, I…"

Fortunately, Jin Chen didn't let him finish the rest of his apology.

Jin Chen suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the wall, raised his hand to touch his earlobe, and his tone finally softened.

"Your childhood experience hall is still quite unique."

Wen Jin tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Now you know how useless seeing a psychologist is?"

"It is useful, how can it be useless." Jin Chen retorted, "If it were useless, you wouldn't have stopped halfway, right? Why not let me finish watching, huh?"

Wen Jin fell silent for a moment, then suddenly pulled him into his embrace.

"I'm afraid you can't bear it."

"If you can bear it, I can bear it." Jin Chen felt his shirt soaked with cold sweat on his back, his fingertips lightly soothing along the spinal depression.

"You should know, I don't like dealing with psychologists." Wen Jin said again.

Jin Chen said righteously, "Then do you like me or not?"

"Xiao Chen, I don't think this needs to be questioned." Wen Jin felt somewhat helpless, feeling that the developments were beyond his control.

"Then no psychologist, I'll treat you."

Jin Chen lowered his gaze to look at him: "Okay?"

Yu Lan glanced at his watch, silently exited the basement, and before leaving didn't forget to turn up the hallway lights a bit.

Wen Jin looked at Jin Chen in his arms, suddenly feeling that the darkness that had troubled him these years didn't seem so scary anymore.

"Okay." He was ultimately unwilling to refuse.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -5, total 25!】

Jin Chen wrapped his arms around Wen Jin's shoulders, walked a few steps inside, then noticed the candle-like objects on the table.

"You also prepared this?" Jin Chen's tone was somewhat strange.

Wen Jin followed the gaze, and upon realizing what the peculiarly shaped candle was used for, the corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch.

"No, this isn't what I prepared."

What on earth is Yu Lan doing.

Jin Chen had already used a peculiarly shaped rose lighter to light the candle.

Afterwards, he simultaneously complained in his mind, what on earth had Yu Lan prepared.

Taking money from both sides, not fooling Wen Jin, only fooling him, right?

The gilded red wax melted and dripped, flowing over Jin Chen's palm and wrist, the interweaving of cold white and blood red was strikingly beautiful.

Wen Jin's breath hitched slightly, he reached out to touch the wax, and only felt reassured after confirming it wasn't too hot.

Afterwards, he couldn't help but take the candle and slowly tilt it to let out more.

In the flickering candlelight, Wen Jin's long‑held, somewhat more violent idea finally came to fruition, using wax instead of blood without harming Jin Chen.

"Very good, very satisfied."

Even the last trace of dissatisfaction in Wen Jin's heart was gone.

By the time the candle burned out completely, the wax on Jin Chen's hand had already dried.

He leaned against the wall, picked at the edges, peeled it off, finally brushed off the debris on his hand, and lifted his eyes to look at Wen Jin.

"Wen Jin, turn around." Jin Chen said.

Wen Jin's gaze finally left Jin Chen's hand, he turned around to look behind.

The iron door opened, and the surroundings gradually lit up with warm candlelight and corridor lights.

Behind the door, all darkness and terrifying scenes were gone, replaced by brightness, the warm hues projected through Jin Chen onto Wen Jin's eyes.

Jin Chen's fingers lightly covered Wen Jin's eyelids, the warm palm conveyed a reassuring sensation.

Wen Jin paused, then did not struggle.

He took Wen Jin's hand and walked into the corridor, each step on the newly laid carpet, soft and thick, as if stepping on clouds.

On the walls, the paintings long sealed in dust regained their brilliance.

Those were Wen Jin's paintings from his youth, back then he didn't yet have such a terrifying style.

Jin Chen took those paintings out of the warehouse and carefully organized them.

One after another, colorful paintings were hung on the originally mottled wall, each recording Wen Jin's youthful dreams and hopes, each stroke full of vitality and hope.

Jin Chen stopped, released his hand, and let Wen Jin's sight readjust to the brightness.

Wen Jin's gaze lingered on those paintings, then he reached out to lightly touch one, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if touching a long‑lost warmth.

Wen Jin turned his head, looked at Jin Chen, his eyes flashing with complex emotions.

He opened his mouth, but found himself a bit choked up, unable to speak for a moment.

Jin Chen took his hand and led him to the nearby prepared easel.

"Let's finish this painting together, okay?" Jin Chen handed the paintbrush to Wen Jin.

Wen Jin gripped the paintbrush, his fingertips feeling the warmth of the shaft.

He took a deep breath, began to splash color onto the canvas, while Jin Chen stood beside him, mostly just quietly accompanying, letting Wen Jin find inner peace in creation.

On the canvas, colors gradually intertwined, forming a sunflower.

It was the unfinished semi‑finished work from Wen Jin's youth, after many years, finally completed again.

The final stroke landed, Wen Jin put down the paintbrush, his gaze lingered on the artwork for a moment, then turned toward Jin Chen.

It seemed that at this moment, all gloom was dispelled, leaving only the purest warmth in his heart.

Jin Chen looked at him, stepped forward, gently embraced Wen Jin, and whispered: "I've given this painting a name."

He flipped the drawing board, a line of small characters appeared on the back: Wen Jin's sunflower never withers.

Wen Jin closed his eyes, buried his face in his neck, feeling Jin Chen's body temperature and heartbeat, whispering softly: "Thank you."

Their breaths intertwined, candlelight swayed in the corridor, casting their entwined silhouettes.

Wen Jin lifted his head, his gaze meeting Jin Chen's, gently cupped Jin Chen's face, and kissed his lips.

This kiss was gentle and prolonged, as if pouring all emotion and love into it.

In the corridor, a warm yellow glow spilled onto the paintings on the wall.

The dreams and hopes that had once been abandoned were revitalized at this moment.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -15, total 10!】

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +9, total 100!】