Beitang Feng's heart stirred, and the corners of his eyes, marked by long scars, curved up into a wickedly tender smile, "You painted me?"
Li Qiyu excitedly unveiled her work, "Staying at home with nowhere to go is super boring, so I took up painting. But I couldn't think of anything to paint, and you were all that filled my mind... so I painted you."
Her smile was radiant, yet at the moment she opened the sketchbook, the man in the black fog from her dreams seemed to swirl out.
In Bo Yeyuan's eyes, sparks ignited as he growled in a low voice:
"Li Qiyu, I forbid you to escape from me! You promised me, only to paint me… From now on you're not allowed to paint other men—"
As if every face in the sketchbook had turned into Bo Yeyuan's.
Li Qiyu's hand felt as if scalded by hot water, and she released her grip abruptly, dropping the sketchbook onto the bed sheet.
