He Xiyan paused. She was surprised to find that the people in the painting were her and Mo Yixuan. She looked much thinner and younger. She was wearing a dress with small flowers on it together with a backpack, looking much like a student, while Mo Yixuan in the picture was not much different from what he looked like at present. However, he was not so mature then, and was wearing leisure clothes.
He Xiyan stared at the painting for a long time.
Yes, the portrait was painted by her, and the traces of brush strokes were just like her usual drawing habits.
These pictures were all painted by her, that was true.
"We were together nine years ago."
Mo Yixuan took a few steps forward and stood beside He Xiyan, looking at the painting as well.
He still remembered how happy she was when she finished the painting and that she asked him if her painting was good and whether she could hang it in the bedroom.
