Su Cheng initially wanted to pour himself a cup of hot water to drink, but after some thought, he poured one for Nan Qing instead. "Have some water, you've just come in from outside; the chill is harsh."
"Thank you, just put it there," Nan Qing said without lifting her head, continuing to focus on her painting.
Her hair had grown to shoulder length, and when she bowed her head, strands fell to both sides, covering half her face and revealing a stretch of her fair neck.
After taking a couple of glances, Su Cheng found his mouth growing dry and quickly shifted his gaze to the canvas. "Is this something you just painted? You work so fast; is it almost finished?"
"This is the painting I left halfway done the day we argued," Nan Qing looked up at Su Cheng and said indifferently, "I'm just finishing it now."
