Initially, Xu Qian was simply captivated by the beautiful imagery, but gradually she began to recognize the dancing woman in the painting as someone familiar.
After pondering for a while, a figure overlapped with the woman in the painting, making her cry out in surprise.
"Ling Xiaozhu!"
Although the cry wasn't very loud, in fact it was quite soft, the classroom was so quiet during self-study that quite a few people heard it.
A boy in front turned around and asked, "Xu Qian, why did you suddenly call out Ling Xiaozhu's name?"
"I…"
Xu Qian's face turned beet red as she looked at Xiao Chen, not daring to answer on her own.
Xiao Chen, on the other hand, had no such qualms. He glanced sideways and asked, "Who's Ling Xiaozhu?"
Xu Qian pointed with her hand and whispered as softly as a mosquito, "Isn't the person you drew Ling Xiaozhu?"
"Where, let me see!"
The boy in the front row stood up and snatched the drawing from Xiao Chen's hands.
