Is it a calm gaze, or gentle, or serious?
Wen Li tried, but even with her artistic skills, she couldn't truly express the unfamiliar face on that paper as Xu Chang'an.
Yet now, she suddenly felt the urge to draw because she saw the most genuine side of her junior brother; such eyes should indeed appear on her canvas.
The crystal-clear tea in Wen Li's cup blinked.
However, this mischievous nature of her junior brother... Wen Li felt it was just like those junior sisters at Muyu Peak who love to bully young girls.
Junior brother... is he a child?
Should I say his nature is adorable?
Wen Li's lips curved slightly.
Junior brother, after all, is a young man. No matter how perfectly he presents himself daily, in the end, he's still a child.
Or perhaps he truly is a disciple of Muyu Peak, having learned all the bad habits of her senior sisters.
Wen Li took a sip from her tea cup.
Given her age, calling her junior brother a child wasn't unreasonable.
