Jue originally ignored him, but when he heard him crying, he unexpectedly turned his head to look at him.
Han was sobbing uncontrollably, grabbing the torn-up drawing he had worked hard on from the ground and thrusting it in his direction: "You tore up my drawing without even looking at it, boohoo... How could you do this? It's too much..."
Jue lowered his head and looked at the broken pieces of paper in his hand.
Han continued to cry, his chubby little face adorned with glistening tears: "You're so mean, boohoo..."
Jue remained expressionless, slowly walked to the corner to pick up the paintbrush he had just thrown away, and casually picked up a relatively intact piece of paper, lowering his head to quickly start drawing. His movements were swift; before Han finished his rhythmic sobbing, he had already completed the drawing—a crooked, twisted mess that was identical to the one Han had just drawn, without the slightest difference.
He stuffed the picture into Han's arms.
