Clusters of ivy, half red and half green, wrapped themselves around the wall, the green tinged with hints of red, the red with flickers of green, complementary in their vibrancy and highly pleasing to the eye.
Yueyao stood below the wall top and looked on, engrossed for half the day.
Xiang Wei lifted her head to gaze at the sky, hmm, the sky was so blue, cloudless, as beautiful as a stretch of blue silk. Xiang Wei's neck began to ache from looking up, and as she lowered her head she saw Yueyao still meticulously observing, so she turned to Xi Yu resignedly and ordered, "Go fetch the young miss's painting tools."
Grumbling to herself, Xiang Wei wondered what was so fascinating about the ivy. Really now.
After the painting was finished, Xiang Wei took a look and exclaimed, "Hey, that's actually quite lovely!"
Yueyao was very pleased with herself.
