Three in the morning, still painting?
Is this for real, or just an act?
Hmph, I want to see exactly what kind of stuff she's drawn!
He Tianxin felt very uneasy inside, she got up and walked quietly to the balcony.
Standing behind He Tiantian, with the dim light on the balcony, He Tianxin carefully looked at the canvas.
On the white paper, there were blocks and blocks of color.
Like clouds, but not really.
He Tianxin couldn't understand, yet inexplicably felt that the colors were very eye-catching.
Even though there seemed to be no shapes, just blocks of color, it still had an artistic feel to it.
It was unlike those ghost talismans He Tiantian used to make in the past life.
But... so what?
Sitting in front of the canvas for over ten hours, just to come up with this thing, without even a complete piece!
He Tianxin couldn't help feeling a bit frustrated.
But, thinking of her real mother's advice, she was also afraid He Tiantian might really work herself into illness.
