Inspiration surged into her brain like an unstoppable force, and Lingling was so excited that her hands were trembling.
She didn't bother with niceties, didn't even bother speaking, and grabbed the pencil and sketchbook on the table, frantically jotting down ideas with a "swish, swish" sound of the pencil scratching against the paper.
After what felt like ages, Lingling finally stopped writing, dripping with sweat, but her eyes were astonishingly bright.
She looked up directly into Su Yu's eyes, which seemed to see through everything.
At some point, Su Yu had already changed back into her own clothes, leaning quietly against the doorframe, looking at her with a laid-back demeanor.
"Ah, sorry... Sister Yu... I just had a sudden inspiration, so..." Lingling stood up in a fluster, a bit annoyed at her own rudeness.
