Hearing the editor's words, Lin Xi felt even more confident.
Involuntarily, images of Xue Yang's usual expressions surfaced in her mind: smiling, serious, stern, whimsical... All sorts of them. She then took out a notebook, her hand beginning to doodle on its own.
Since childhood, Lin Xi's family had required her to be well-rounded, so it was fair to say she was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Her drawings were remarkably lifelike, nearly indistinguishable from a photograph.
She had started drawing him from the very night they met. Shortly after running away from home, she had taken shelter from the rain under a large tree. He appeared before her like a deity and said, "Young lady, I just want to remind you that it's dangerous to stay under a large tree when it rains."
