Although Lota appeared resistant on the outside, she was inwardly thrilled. That night in that special room was the only sweet memory she had with Jordan.
However, memories would slowly fade with time. If they could be painted out. It was quite meaningful to turn a mental image into a physical picture.
Geng Xiqing said in a half-joking tone. "No, if I give it to you, won't you be hugging my painting to sleep every night? For the sake of your health, I shouldn't give it to you. Why don't I give it to Jordan after it's done?"
Lota was about to cry. "Xiqing, stop fooling around. Jordan will scold me to death if he sees it."
Geng Xiqing smiled. "I'm just joking with you. Let's go find some paint supplies. I'll draw it for you now!"
Hearing this, Lota happily agreed.
"Yes, yes!"
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