"Then let's have a look, see how this young girl paints now."
"A young girl painted this?"
"Isn't it?" Old Madam Wei brought up Jiang Xiao, still regretting that she wasn't her granddaughter-in-law. "Such a young age, yet she's already internationally renowned as a young painter, and she's even won first prize in Country Y."
"Really? Then I must take a look."
"Come, have a look. I haven't seen it yet, either. I don't even know what she's painted."
The nurse came over and took the painting, unfolding it in front of Madam Cui.
At first glance, they saw a soft, white pillow.
Madam Cui was startled.
Painting a pillow?
Not quite, there's more.
Unfolding further revealed a bed, on which slept a very cute and soft young girl, probably around seven or eight years old, chubby and extremely adorable, with eyelashes very long like rows of black fans.
She rested her head on the pillow, which had visibly sunk under her weight, showing that the pillow was incredibly soft.
