Filled it in?
I wanted Senior Brother's verses.
Liang Yuan lowered his head for a look...
"Hm?"
This poem?!
Ning Hao immediately leaned in as well, and with just one glance, he felt his heart leap.
On the painting, the poem written in still-wet ink—actually...
"It actually has more depth than Senior Brother's verses!" Liang Yuan muttered.
As soon as he finished, Liang Yuan felt a cold gaze sweep across him.
Ning Hao looked over the poem again, then at the landscape painting.
Though he could hardly believe it, the poem Chu Ming wrote fit better and was even more poetic than what he'd put down that afternoon.
"Junior Brother Chu," he looked at Chu Ming seriously, "did you paint this?"
"Yes." Chu Ming nodded.
Liang Yuan couldn't say why, but Ning Hao's questioning felt somehow off.
Rolling his eyes with equal seriousness, he pressed, "Did you write this poem... No, did you come up with it yourself?"
"..."
So, this is turning into a silent rivalry?
