"Consider yourself passed." The words were forced out through gritted teeth by Xizhi, allowing Jiang Li to pass the test.
"Why so reluctant?" Jiang Li muttered. Apart from the content, he thought his painting was pretty good.
"I'm done painting," Song Ying's hand shot up. Excluding Jiang Li, she was the first to finish. However, she didn't want to steal Qin Luan's limelight, so she waited a while before announcing her completion.
Song Ying's work met Xizhi's standard; an old ox blissfully enjoyed itself under a big tree, lazily grazing, its thick tail swinging back and forth.
Besides, Song Ying's painting skill was exceptional. The old ox she painted was lifelike.
Song Ying often liked to paint in her free time, with most of her subject matter being her imaginary married life with Qin Luan.
Having seen all sorts of strange and monstrous images, Xizhi finally saw a normal work of art.
