Mu Zisu couldn't help but laugh, and then looked at her with complete adoration, "Alright... how do you plan to thank me this time..."
Na Xiaoxiao frowned, "What kind of thanks do you want?"
Mu Zisu lowered his gaze and pondered for a moment, then raised his head to look at her, "I'll tell you tomorrow..."
"Ah?" Na Xiaoxiao was surprised, "Why tomorrow?"
"Because tomorrow... I will be leaving..." There was loneliness and sadness in Mu Zisu's eyes.
Tomorrow, he would be leaving...
With a sigh in his heart, he picked up the brush and bent down to continue his painting.
Confusion suddenly filled Na Xiaoxiao's eyes—why did her heart feel reluctant when she heard he was leaving?
"Then when will you come back here..." Knowing that he was leaving, she couldn't help but look forward to the next time he would visit.
Mu Zisu's hand holding the brush paused, and just like that, one character was ruined.
