Jiang Qiran narrowed his long and narrow eyes and unknowingly walked in front of the painting to look at it carefully.
The distance between them was a little far, so he couldn’t see it clearly enough.
But now, the painting was completely displayed in front of him.
The young girl stood slowly on the side of the bridge, holding the railing with one hand, only revealing half of her side face. Looking into the distance from the bridge, her expression was deep and beautiful.
That was because the graceful gesture of holding the lute and half covering her face made it seem like a quiet and peaceful afternoon.
It made people feel that their hearts had unknowingly calmed down.
..
Without a doubt, from this side face, the girl in the painting was Ye Linlang herself.
And there was also a hint of innocence in it.
It should be ye Linlang’s appearance from a few years ago.
When Jiang Qiran saw this painting, a hint of sadness flashed through his heart.
