After dying in her past life, her soul wandered for twenty years, which meant she had not painted for a full twenty years.
As the thought occurred to her, Chiang Xiao could no longer hold back.
She flashed out of her space and walked over to the wooden rack in the corner to grab her backpack, intending to rummage for a sketchbook.
But after turning that very rustic, handmade-sewn backpack inside out, she couldn't find a single sheet of drawing paper.
Chiang Xiao couldn't help but sigh.
She had forgotten that her family was so poor that she couldn't even afford a sketchbook.
Though Siyang Village Primary School did offer art classes, their drawing paper was actually just a little white paper workbook, with poor quality, thin, and somewhat transparent paper.
For Chiang Xiao, who was accustomed to professional-grade paper in her past life, this type of paper was barely worth a glance.
