After the teacher left, Song Fengwan stared at her sketch for a while. The man drawn was as good-looking as the moon and as bright as the stars.
She furrowed her eyebrows. Logically speaking, she shouldn't be involved with Fu Yuxiu's family since he had broken off the engagement with her. She wasn't good at sketching people. When she drew her parents and relatives, and even Fu Yuxiu, previously, they all looked superficial and lifeless.
It was rare that this painting turned out good. After hesitating for a moment, she decided she couldn't bear to throw it away, so she carefully smoothed the creases on the drawing paper and pressed it into the innermost part of her sketch album.
"Fengwan." A girl sitting beside her suddenly poked her arm with a pen.
"What's the matter?" Because the atmosphere of the studio was serene, both of them kept their voices down.
"Are you still going to the capital?"
