Xiao Yeyang had no particular interests or hobbies, and the only thing he enjoyed doing in his spare time was painting. Suddenly seeing a well-painted piece truly captured his attention.
Looking at the painting of the blooming plum blossoms against the snowy landscape, Xiao Yeyang nodded in approval. However, he felt that the painting was not without flaws; there were too many blank spaces, and perhaps adding one or two figures would make it better.
At this moment, Xiao Yeyang thought of Daohua. It seemed he had yet to paint a snowy landscape for Yiyi. Mm, he should find an opportunity to paint one.
Hong Mei, white snow, a beautiful woman—it would surely be a captivating sight.
Just then, a rapid sequence of footsteps echoed from a nearby corridor.
"Miss, it's all my fault for forgetting to bring back the painting."
"It's alright, we'll go and retrieve the painting right away."
