Chapter 1143
The days when I was recuperating at Harville Temple gradually awakened from my memory.
The position of the falling leaves and the chessboard was inch-perfect, matching exactly how he remembered.
Emotion mixed with greater surprise, all rushing towards him.
Occasionally, the surrounding audience would guess what she was drawing.
In the end, a monochrome painting of an ancient temple in the autumn gradually took shape. A man sat under a tree, his eyes blindfolded. His fingers were on the chess pieces, ready to make a move. A gentle breeze slightly fluttered his lunar white robe, making him look like a noble immortal from the heavens. Outside the courtyard gate, a thin little girl stood quietly holding a medicine jar.
Manie York's eyes widened, unable to believe this was drawn by Chloe Collins with her sleeve!
