A week had passed, and soon school was going to start.
The apartment was no longer as cold and lonely as it was a few days ago. From time to time, He Xiyan could hear some students shouting and singing.
However, this didn't affect her.
After finishing her work, she leaned against the bedframe with a painting brush in her hand.
She still painted the guy named Mo Yixuan.
His appearance had already engraved in her mind and she could even depict his appearance and temperament without the need to see him in person.
He was always so graceful in the painting, just like the handsome main character in a romance novel, gentle and smart.
This was the 13th time that she had painted him. Every time she painted this guy, there would be a smile hanging faintly around her mouth.
Um... She really wished to get to know him, not knowing if there was ever such a chance.
After drawing this picture, He Xiyan closed the picture book.
