Qin Yize lifted Gu Qiaoqiao's slender finger, then glanced at the drawing above it, and looked at Gu Qiaoqiao's finger again. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "Qiaoqiao, you know, the lines seem to be exactly the same."
Gu Qiaoqiao chuckled, saying with a touch of pride, "See, I wasn't wrong."
"Should we compare it a bit more?"
Qin Yize suddenly asked playfully.
At that time, there were only a few scattered guests in Yubao Square, and where they stood, there was no one else, so Qin Yize spoke very casually.
Taking his wife out is all about having fun, do whatever makes you happy.
Sticking to this philosophy, Qin Yize, with Gu Qiaoqiao's consent, took the painting off the wall, then Gu Qiaoqiao curiously placed her right middle finger carefully on the mountain in the painting. Surprisingly, although it was unclear if the lines inside matched, at least the outline seemed to fit perfectly.
