In the studio, Song Fengwan's sleeves were half rolled up, and her long hair was tied up loosely. She was painting a plaster model not far away. The light made her face look as bright as the moonlight.
"Who do you want to draw for the homework assigned by the teacher?" the boy asked hesitantly.
"I haven't thought about it yet." Song Fengwan didn't stop painting.
"I think it's better to draw someone familiar. I want to draw my father, but he probably won't be willing to be my model…"
Song Fengwan's fingers paused. She pursed her lips and nodded without saying anything else.
Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, the boy was a little anxious. From the corner of his eye, he saw a group of people standing at the back door. They were dressed in black and had cold expressions. He was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat.
"Sir, who are you looking for?" Because he was nervous, the boy's voice was slightly hoarse.
