With the memories of her , Edward started drawing a portrait of her.
Edward had a steady hand and was quick in his drawing. After all, he was at the level of Grandmaster.
When the drawing of her took shape. The resemblance between her and the drawing was uncanny. No one can understand that Edward's skills had far surpassed even the photography of his previous life; photographs were lifeless, while his art seemed to come to life with its vividness. This was the power of drawings.
Seeing the photo Edward smiled and then closed his eyes.
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In another region, a beautiful girl whose portrait was being drawn by Edward could be seen .
Gazing towards the twilight there was drops of tears in her eyes remembering about someone.