Feng Yize waited for Wen Qinghuan for three days.
During these three days, he and Haochen finalized their collaboration.
The night before Qinghuan left for the Imperial City, she was staring blankly at her canvas, not even noticing when Ziyang walked in.
"Qinghuan, what are you daydreaming about instead of painting?"
Ziyang waved a hand in front of her eyes, his concerned voice carrying a touch of amusement above her.
Startled, Qinghuan almost dropped the brush in her hand.
She turned her head to look at Ziyang standing behind her, "Brother, when did you come in?"
"Just now, you didn't even notice me coming in."
"Did Brother Zinan leave?"
"Hmm, he went back."
Ziyang pulled out a chair to sit beside her.
"Draw a portrait of me."
Qinghuan looked at the pose he struck and smiled, "Alright."
Before long, a handsome Wen Ziyang appeared vividly on the canvas, and Ziyang smiled with satisfaction, "My sister's drawing skills are becoming more and more impressive."
