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The ink on the canvas had not yet dried, and the Water Qilin knew that touching it now would ruin the painting.
She took a closer look and found herself liking it more and more. The impatience she had felt earlier had long vanished, and she turned her beautiful eyes toward Li Hao:
"Did you paint this for me?"
"Do you like it, Senior?"
Li Hao noticed the joy in her eyes and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, "If you like it, Senior, I will give it to you."
The Water Qilin beamed, and the entire cold pool seemed to brighten. She laughed lightly and said,
"I didn't expect there to be such a skilled artist among the Human Race. You've truly captured it well; it feels like I'm standing right on the paper."
"As long as you like it, Senior."
The painting was not just a recreation, but also had artistic enhancements, like adding a filter, naturally making it look good.
