Meng Chuyuan finished dealing with the accidental dipping of the brush in the wrong paint, replaced the color, and completed the rest of her drawing.
Seeing that Meng Chuyuan was drawing so seriously, Lu Qianling glanced at her drawing board. The upper half was the sky, and the bottom two sides were of the green plants and flower beds that filled the courtyard. In the middle, there was a path that led to the gate, it started off wide and became narrower towards the end.
She asked in confusion, "Why are you drawing this?"
Meng Chuyuan: "To pass the time."
There was no sun today. A faint layer of dark clouds covered the sky. The treetops in the courtyard swayed with the breeze. Perhaps because of the weather, the overall lighting seemed gloomy, making the people watching the scenery feel somewhat down.
