Xing Chen had taken the drawing seriously, and every line was made with extreme detail.
The portrait of Huanhuan was vivid.
Clearly, he had grasped all the characteristics of Huanhuan and drawn them just right.
Huanhuan sighed to herself. This child was drawing for the first time, but he could already draw at this level. He was simply a child prodigy!
If he lived in modern society, he might be able to become a powerful painter in the future!
Huanhuan said slowly, "This is your first painting. You have to treasure it."
Xing Chen nodded obediently. "Yes."
The talcum powder was easy to wipe away and was not conducive to long-term preservation. Hence, Huanhuan took out the bone knife and engraved the portrait on the stone slab.
Carving stones was a laborious task. After carving, Huanhuan felt that her entire right arm was extremely sore.
