The junior girl might have been infected by her smile; the two exchanged knowing glances and laughed without a word.
Ha, who the hell knows what to like.
She loves buying paints, loves buying brushes, no matter how expensive, she would buy them. If she hadn't met him, she probably would have taken on three jobs a day to afford her pricey paints, willingly enduring hardship and subsisting on plain rice.
Done with the sketch on the shaded paper, she handed it to the junior girl for study.
Leh Ying put away her pen, squatted down, and carefully packed the finished piece and sketch paper into her art bag. As she slung it on and raised her head, she caught the man's gaze completely unprepared.
The Crown Prince's handsome and upright figure stood by a vase, his smile superficial and cool, so slight it was hardly noticeable.
The distance between them was quite substantial.
