Yin Tao looked at the black and white drawings in her hands as her brows knitted tightly together.
The first few pages were still alright. They were all drawings of common daily necessities, such as a pair of scissors, wine bottles, drinking glasses, and so on. However, as she turned the pages, the drawings became more and more disturbing.
In fact, these could not be considered drawings at all. They were just random graffiti. It was difficult for Yin Tao to associate these messy and even terrifying lines with this innocent and adorable little girl in front of her.
These drawings were completely different from those she saw in the classroom. The drawings in this sketchbook seemed random and messy. The strokes were especially forceful, such that the ink went through to the pages behind. Yin Tao felt that Shanshan must have been in a terrible mood when she drew these, it was as if she was venting her emotions through these drawings.
