On their way back to the classroom, Song Jiawen turned her head to look at Xu Yan, who was still cradling the torn painting like a precious treasure.
She hadn't expected her to value that painting so much.
"Xu Yan, I'll draw you another one next time," she offered.
It wasn't difficult for her to paint another one, but that depended on whether she was willing to do so.
Xu Yan turned her head with tearful eyes and looked at her, "Song Jiawen, but I haven't mastered the artistic conception of this painting yet."
Song Jiawen: ....
Artistic conception? What artistic conception?
Her words left Song Jiawen at a loss for how to respond, as she always painted casually, without thinking too much.
So, to respond with some inspired guidance for Xu Yan wasn't really something she could do.
Even so, her promise comforted Xu Yan, at least for her next painting, she could ask Song Jiawen to draw her another one based on her own ideas.
This was a privilege no one else had.
