Time passed little by little.
Lin Luoyin seemed to have found inspiration, her hand continuously wielding the brush, painting a mountain peak, a mighty river, a solitary boat, and a lone figure standing with hands clasped on the boat.
If paired with a couplet from a poem, "Monkey cries fill the riverbanks incessantly, as the lone boat passes ten thousand hills" would be fitting.
This painting was one of Lin Luoyin's specialties and the one she had copied the most.
"This painting conveys a sense of desolation and solitude. The towering mountains and mighty rivers, with a small boat descending, a person with hands behind, all embody the vastness of the world and a natural grandeur, inexplicably creating a sense of majesty."
Shi Lei looked at the painting and felt somewhat resonant with it, especially the majestic aura it exuded.
"Hmm, I think it's good too."
