She raised her hand to dip the ink, and the hand holding the brush was even more peculiar.
From wrist to elbow, the entire forearm was not of a human skin color, but as if deeply stained by green ink, forming a naturally harmonious background.
Over that ink base, white and red pigments, like a painter's casual strokes, outlined a winding and ancient dragon pattern, appearing mysterious and timeless under the dim light.
A figure silently emerged from the shadows at the doorway.
It seemed as if he had been standing there all along.
The president of Longteng University.
A giant of the Thunder Division.
One of the magnates of Yue Shui Province.
Li Jiatu.
Today, he was still wearing that impeccably tailored black three-piece suit, standing quietly with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze resting on the nearly finished painting under the woman's brush, his expression calm and silent.
After a long time, he finally spoke, breaking the silence.
