When they came out of the old bookstore, the sky was already completely dark.
The nights in Jing County come earlier and quieter than in Yan City.
Liu Qingning specially asked the owner for a plain kraft paper bag, carefully packing the album inside.
She held it tightly in her arms, as if holding a rare treasure.
The two walked aimlessly for a while.
Liu Qingning seemed to finally recover from her emotions and couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at Tang Song beside her.
"Did you draw all of these yourself?"
"Yes," Tang Song smiled proudly, "Are they good? The main thing is that the heroine inside is beautiful."
"Hmph, what a glib tongue. So when did you actually learn to draw?"
"Maybe I was naturally gifted, but it was suppressed by schoolwork. When I went to college, suddenly 'ka', my channels opened up. What can I say, that's genius for you. Just like how I used to envy you for having good grades without studying so hard."
