Feng Tianlan rested her head sideways on the table and looked at the rice paper that was on the table, as well as the brush that he used to draw. Then, she looked at the portrait of the bridge of helplessness that he drew which was hanging from afar on the wall. The longing in her heart grew stronger.
It seemed like she had never drawn Mo Bai before. She misses him, so she started to draw a portrait of him.
With this thought in mind, Feng Tianlan immediately sat up straight. She started to ground the ink, then spread open the rice paper, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, looked at the blank rice paper, and thought about Mo Bai's appearance. Then she started to draw...
What was he doing at this time?
At this time, he had already prepared dinner. He would have served the stir-fried dishes as well as a bowl of rice and picked up the food for her. Then, his eyes were filled with love as he watched her eat. His cold handsome face was gentle and blissful.
