Even though Li Zhiyuan went to bed quite late last night, he still woke up at his usual early morning hour.
It wasn't just the biological clock that woke him, but also the anticipation of a new day.
He opened his eyes and turned his head, only to see that figure standing at the desk with a paintbrush in hand.
In a moon-white short shirt, a misty green three-pleat skirt, and a white jade hairpin with a bamboo pattern, she became a scene in herself, enveloped in the misty rain.
Alii turned her body, and their eyes met.
Li Zhiyuan got out of bed and walked toward the painting desk.
On the painting scroll, the place where two children played was surrounded by a circle of flowers and grassy fields painted by Alii.
Li Zhiyuan had deliberately laid this painting open here last night. The two children on Tan Wenbin's shoulders, Alii could always see, and naturally recognize.
However, merely giving them a landscape background was quite monotonous.
