"Is, is this your painting?"
Pang Duoduo stared blankly at the painting on the easel, asking Lu Yang in a dazed manner.
"Didn't you see? If not me, who else could it be?" Lu Yang said with a smile.
"How, how is this possible..." Pang Duoduo squatted down, scrutinizing it closely.
It was a portrait, and the person in the portrait was her!
Seeing herself on the painting, Pang Duoduo's initial feeling was that this person was brimming with youth and vitality, and she seemed to especially love laughing, her smile utterly infectious.
She felt almost unconsciously compelled to smile along.
In summary, it was as if the person in the painting were alive.
In professional art circles, this was called having spirit, exceedingly lifelike!
But the most crucial point was.
She saw it, saw the seal on the painting.
It was Xuan Yang's seal.
She turned her head to look at Lu Yang's hand, and in Lu Yang's hand was indeed a similar seal.
