Li Qiyu sat by the window, painting with a smile on her lips, the man's handsome features unfolding on the paper...
She painted Beitang Feng's handsome profile, his lips curved in a mischievous smile, his eyes lowered tenderly as he called her, his brows slightly puckered in helpless exasperation toward her, and the deep, vast expanse in his eyes when he gazed at her, as if lost in thought...
All she could think about was him, her brush danced under her control, and her heart was sweet.
Suddenly, she stopped her brush, staring at the paper where the man's lips were tightly pursed, his anger evident, his thick brows slanted as they reached up to his temples, the handsome noble's face almost leaping off the paper.
This... Who is this? She didn't recognize him at all.
Li Qiyu's hand loosened, and the brush fell to the ground, as Bo Yeyuan in the painting seemed to come to life, stepping out: "Li Qiyu..."
