Seeing the look on Cangming's face, Lu Sangjiu sensed something was wrong. She glanced down at her own drawing, then stood on tiptoe to peek at the one on his table.
The angle wasn't great, but a quick glance confirmed they had both drawn Ye Zhiyao. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
'Hmm, so the Pseudo Heavenly Dao has likely just clouded Cangming's judgment, making him think Ye Zhiyao looks just like his long-lost love, even though she clearly doesn't?'
'If that's the case, he should have the same reaction when looking at a portrait, right? So why does he look so shocked?'
Lu Sangjiu wasn't worried that her painting style would be recognized. After all, while she knew how to paint, she rarely ever did, and the number of works she'd left behind in the past was minuscule.
'Besides, they weren't famous masterpieces. Who would be bored enough to study them so intently?'
