Perhaps you were asking about where to live, where to relax at, or maybe even when you're talking to your friends about residency.

The word 'Mount Hongluo' will certainly pop-up more than just often.

Mount Hongluo of Han Zheng Continent.

It was a place of peace.

The vegetation there was bountiful, lush greenery were what occupied most of the land.

Huge trees stood erect, their height made them pierced through the skies, and what remained beneath the fluffy whites were numerous eyes called leaves.

They were like guardians, each bearing the weight of clouds with their wide shoulders while quietly watching over the mountain from above.

In a small cottage by a certain riverside of Mount Hongluo.

Two figures sat side by side. One wore a plain cotton robe, and the other wore a furry piece of clothing.

Infront of one of them was a large piece of paper supported by an easel, while the person next to him was staring at it earnestly.

"A'Ran, when painting, one does not only think about the way to paint out the imagination, we need to also think about how it ended up like that. The starting slate might be blank white, or maybe with two colours, three, four....."

"For example, the same painting of a setting sun could be completed slowly, with the final step only a small change in colour, or perhaps quickly, that is by giving the slate a big change in colour."

"In the end, the steps doesn't matter. Only the final product is important."

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As the painter spoke, the person beside him let out an little 'ooouhh'

The painter shifted his gaze to the figure beside and smiled.

"Watch me."

Rolling up his sleeves, he dipped his paintbrush into a slightly watery paint, then immediately motioned his hand, splashing the paint onto the medium.

This was repeated again and again, until a minute later did he stop.

"It's done."

"........."

"Wait, what're you painting again?" Looking at the mess of colors, Ran couldn't help but ask.

"Hold on." The painter smiled. He shifted closer to the painting, and blew.

*Hufff*

The sun and moon were formed.

*Hufff*

Earth was created and grasses covered the patch of land.

*Hufff*

The back of two figures could be seen holding hands in the centre.

*Huffffff*

Time started to flow. The sun and moon started to revolve. The grasses turn from green to orange, orange to white.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter.

Then time passed by even quicker.

The sun and moon collapsed, the earth broke down into pieces.

Yet, the two figures remained all the same.

Galaxies grew old and..-"Ahh stop it baby, I get it I get it." Said Ran as he hugged the painter, his eyes blinking with watery reflection.

In response, the latter turned around and returned the passion.

Then came a long adjustment hugging positions until a point where they both fell asleep on the bed beside.

"Mmmm...."