"Hen Li, you watch over the things for a while. We will be back soon, please."
"Yes, I'll wait for you." Hen Li nodded, her voice as soft as a mosquito's, fearful that a louder voice might draw attention.
Hen Li?
Could it be such a coincidence that just as I thought of her, she appeared?
Shen Xinghan searched incredulously and indeed, in an unremarkable corner, he saw a familiar face.
After several years, she had become even more beautiful, yet one could still recognize her at a glance.
She was slightly bent over, focused on her painting.
Her hair fell down, covering half of her face, yet it only made her skin appear more like flawless snow, like a fairy in a painting.
She gently tucked her hair behind her ear and continued her work, her expression calm as if the chaos of the outside world had nothing to do with her.
With a pen, she depicted a world that belonged solely to her.
