They had a tacit understanding, neither breaking the fragile peace, just accompanying each other as usual. When they came across interesting little trinkets, they bought them; when they encountered a beautiful view, they stopped, allowing the gentle evening breeze to calm their hearts.
"You." Tang Xin put down the pen in her hand, and swung the clay doll she had painted in her palm.
The clay doll had golden hair, golden eyes, and a round face on a large head, with a stern expression. Compared to the blonde girl standing in front of the stand, it was quite a vivid likeness, with clear eyes peeking out from its short and thick limbs.
"Look at this. Does it look like you?"
Xu Xiaoyou also handed her painted clay doll to Tang Xin. Her painting skills were just as good, and although it may not look exactly like the blue-haired girl, the resemblance was at least eighty or ninety percent.
