Li Shi stood behind, eyes fixed on the glowing opening in the forest, immediately overwhelmed with an urge to create.
He flipped open a new piece of drawing paper, the brush in his hand flying across the page.
Quiet returned to their surroundings.
Ai Ya, standing in front of him, heard the sound of brush strokes. It didn't really bother her. But Ai Lan, standing behind Li Shi holding an umbrella over him, felt constantly like there was something behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, one hand holding up the umbrella, while the other reached back to grab a corner of the coat on Li Shi's back again.
After a while, Li Shi suddenly felt coolness on his back. This time, so engrossed in his drawing, he instinctively set the brush in his left hand, and his right hand reached around back, finding a soft small hand in his own.
He turned his head.
His eyes met Ai Lan's once again.
Li Shi sketched a silent smirk at the corner of his mouth, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
