Jian Xi finally came back to her senses and blushed with embarrassment, "No, I wasn't..."
"Really? But you seem very much in love to me!"
Jian Xi touched her face again and said gloomily, "Where did you get that from?"
"Do I even need to say it?" Cheng Ling handed over a small mirror, "Here, take a look, you can't hide that spring in your eyes."
Jian Xi looked left and right but couldn't see the "spring" Cheng Ling was talking about.
"Besides, what else could cause such a big change in a person's character, if not love?"
Jian Xi's face turned red with a guilty conscience and changed the subject, "Why don't you hang up your paintings for sale?"
"I don't want to." Cheng Ling's gaze darkened for a moment, shook her head, then quickly resumed her relaxed smile, "Plus, I'm not going to paint anymore!"
"That's a pity..." Jian Xi sighed with regret, Cheng Ling's paintings were really good, too!
