Tang Yue focused on drawing, too lazy to listen to the bickering between the two of them. Drawing day in and day out, especially since Tang Yue hadn't been attending classes lately and had been drawing almost day and night—besides a few hours of rest—she was either holding a brush in contemplation or using scissors for cutting.
Her hand couldn't help but ache.
Tang Yue flexed her wrist, her fingers feeling sore and tender, making her realize that she had overused her hand.
"I'll do it," Bai Qing noticed Tang Yue's hand and immediately took it in her own to massage it, saying, "Xiao Yue, why push yourself so hard? You draw so much, it would be terrible if you ruin your hand."
"Didn't you suffer from hand soreness last time? You can't neglect your hands like this," Bai Qing muttered, in her heart, she truly treated Tang Yue like a little sister, completely forgetting that initially, it was to repay Feng Zhi's kindness.
