In the living room, it was quiet for several seconds. Fu Yingying bit her lip and spoke, "Dad, big brother, I... I didn't know that pen container would siphon away Grandfather's vital breath."
"If I had known earlier, I definitely wouldn't have taken that pen container!"
"It's my fault for letting down Grandfather."
As Fu Yingying spoke, her eyes reddened.
Fu Xiyan continuously stared at Fu Yingying, pondering the truthfulness behind her paintings, but honestly, he couldn't discern anything.
After a long while, Fu Xiyan finally asked Fu Yingying a question, "After Aunt gave you that pen container, how many paintings have you made?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Yingying immediately began to recall.
A few seconds later, she replied to Fu Xiyan, "About ten paintings."
Ever since she got that pen container, Fu Yingying felt her inspiration suddenly burst forth, so she quickly painted ten pieces.
These were also her most satisfying paintings in recent times.
