The peach forest was filled with the bleak and withered feeling of winter, full of gloominess. However, a hint of brightness and color had appeared because of this [The Kite-Chasing Girl].
It was like a wisp of sunlight had passed through the dark clouds and shot into one's heart.
"It's a pity!"
Murong Mingyue sighed.
A famous painting like this should be framed up, either as a treasured collection in someone's study or hung in the hall of some famous historical site.
It was a waste to leave it here.
After all, many years later, this peach tree would rot from the exposure to the wind and rain as well as insects.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. Its mission is complete when it is able to get you to like it, for you to give me recognition and be willing to come to the Central Province Academy."
Sun Mo wasn't trying to coax her. This was what he really thought.
