In the atelier, Song Fengwan had her sleeves rolled up halfway and her long hair loosely tied up. She was drawing a plaster model near her, and the lighting complemented her small face to be as clear and bright as the moon.
"Who are you going to draw for the homework the teacher assigned?" the boy asked hesitantly.
"I haven't decided yet." Song Fengwan didn't stop drawing as she replied.
"I think it's better to draw someone familiar. I'm thinking of drawing my dad, but I doubt he'd be willing to be my model…"
Song Fengwan's fingers paused. She pursed her lips and nodded without saying another word.
Seeing that she didn't want to speak, the boy was a little anxious. From the corner of his eye, he saw a group of people standing at the back door. They were dressed in black and had cold expressions on their faces. His heart skipped a beat out of shock.
"Mister, who are you looking for?" The boy's voice was slightly hoarse due to his nervousness.
