Because they had classes the next day, Tan Qingxue and Shen Ying had to wake up early despite not having enough sleep.
But when the two women went downstairs, they were shocked to find Xiao Chen still sitting on the sofa, meticulously working on a canvas in his hand.
"My heavens, you didn't sleep all night, did you?" Tan Qingxue asked speechlessly.
"I'm not like you, I don't need to sleep every night!" Xiao Chen replied indifferently, without looking up.
"Staying up all night isn't good for your health... What are you painting, by the way?"
Tan Qingxue walked behind Xiao Chen, curious to see what he had been painting all night.
But she was stunned when she saw the painting.
On the canvas, a woman in a white dress stood in front of a sacred and magnificent palace, her eyes misty with tears, as if she was grieving.
Although Tan Qingxue was indifferent to the title of the prettiest girl at the university, she was confident about her own looks.
