At this moment, Yun Shangyuan walked in and happened to see the two of them with joyful expressions.
His heart stirred, and he turned to go to the study.
He spread out a sheet of pristine Xuan paper, dipped the brush in ink, and began to freely paint on the paper.
Before long, a faint outline appeared.
It was a woman holding a child, sitting by the window, with a flower in her hand.
Beside the simple door frame stood a tall man.
Although his features were not depicted, one could guess he was smiling at them.
Yun Shangyuan smiled faintly and continued to finish the artwork.
He didn't need to watch them to paint; their images were deeply etched in his mind.
Even with his eyes closed, he could paint them.
The woman he loved most and the child he loved most...
He had promised Feng Yueya that after the child was born, he would paint a portrait of the three of them together.
Today, he was fulfilling his promise.
