This statement, intentional from the speaker, is perplexing to the listener.
The little girl's face was filled with confusion, as if she didn't quite understand but was eager to verify, her eyes fixed intently on him.
Song Yuanbao met her clear gaze, his lips slightly curved, "Is it okay?"
Ye Ling didn't quite understand, "Wh-what?"
Song Yuanbao said, "You didn't draw this painting well because your experience is too shallow, and your understanding is not deep enough. Take it back and reflect on it. Three years from now, I'll come to take it from your home."
Ye Ling became even more puzzled, "Why do we have to wait three years?"
Song Yuanbao made a sound of "Hmm," "I can come for it tomorrow as well, but I fear you won't be able to capture me well in a short time."
Ye Ling nodded; indeed, within a day, she couldn't fully capture his previous intoxicated state among the flowers, with inspiration transmuted into brushstrokes.
