Staring into these eyes for too long feels like gazing into a bottomless black hole, drawing one's soul into its depths.
They vividly resemble that person standing right in front of her.
The timestamp in the lower-right corner indicates it was created this November.
"Shen You'an." Helian Yu spat out the name through clenched teeth, venom in her voice as though she wished to dismember him a thousand times over.
Resisting the impulse to destroy these paintings into which Xixi had poured her heart and soul, she carefully collected them, one by one, and placed them back into the box.
Then she fetched her drawing tools, secured a sheet of paper onto the drawing board, and closed her eyes to recall memories for a moment.
She opened her eyes and let her brush fall onto the paper.
In her youth, she too had been a famous prodigy, even winning national art awards. Yet as a daughter of the Helian family, she was destined not to wield a brush but rather the law.
