Su Chaoyang was sitting on the sofa reading a book, while Mu Xiangwan was doodling on a drawing board beside him. At first, she was just drawing randomly, but she gradually became engrossed, not even noticing that the man stood up and stood by her side.
On the drawing board was a man in military uniform, rendered in a few simple strokes, but the sketching technique was incredibly vivid. Su Chaoyang recognized himself in the drawing immediately.
Surprisingly, this little girl was secretly depicting him. A tender smile appeared on the man's stern face.
Mu Xiangwan was still unaware that Su Chaoyang was standing behind her, still making swift brush strokes. Bathed in the bright afternoon sun, the girl looked so serene that it was breathtaking.
"Whew..." She straightened her back with a long sigh. Lifting her eyes, she noticed that the sofa opposite was empty. At the same time, she sensed a shadow behind her and let out a startled shout.
