The next day.
May 3rd.
In the morning, Tang Qing didn't go to play with Lin Jiaxue but stayed at home and draw instead.
This time it wasn't his usual subject of firearms, but rather Lin Jiaxue. Despite his artistic prowess, he realized he'd never drawn her before. One painting wasn't enough, he needed two, three, many more.
In his hands, there was no such thing as failure.
The subject of his artwork was his beloved. He would not allow himself to tear or crumple any of the drawings and throw them into the trash can.
Because she was the love of his life.
After finishing the largest piece, Tang Qing immediately hitched a ride to a framing shop.
This was the biggest and best framing shop in the city.
Tang Qing had never been here before. The information was provided by the Command Room. He asked and found that it was not far, the taxi ride took just five or six minutes, and it was just on the next street from his school.
The place was called Qingfeng Art Studio.
