Sang Qianqian stood outside the studio, not in a hurry to enter.
Separated by a layer of transparent glass, she could see that the studio was not too big, and it was filled with all kinds of paintings.
There was no one in the studio at the moment. By the window, a man was sitting in front of an easel with a tray of paint, attentively drawing a portrait.
The early spring sun shone through the window and onto the portrait. Although the portrait only had a rough outline, Sang Qianqian could tell at a glance that the face in the portrait was very similar to Ruan Xiaoshuang's, especially her eyes.
When Sang Qianqian was a student, she had also learned how to draw. She knew that without a model, it was quite difficult to draw an image based on memory.
It seemed that this painter was very good at painting and really liked Ruan Xiaoshuang. Otherwise, how could he draw so vividly with just a few strokes from his memory?
