She passed it to others to look at, "Isn't it beautiful?"
The ladies weren't sure if they understood it, but all praised, "Very nice."
Su Xiaocai didn't know where to put her hands, so she tucked them behind her back.
The painting was quite ordinary; after all, she hadn't painted in years, and her skills were rusty.
It succeeds perhaps in its mood.
They forced compliments, making her embarrassed.
Seeing Su Xiaocai silent, Luo Yun asked, "Is the artist not convenient to mention?"
"Not inconvenient." Su Xiaocai bowed her head slightly, pretending to be shy, "I painted it myself."
Initially, she wanted to buy a beautiful-priced painting.
The ones raised to hundreds of thousands, she couldn't understand.
The ones she understood only cost a few dozen yuan; they were nice for her own walls but not suitable to gift an Admiral for a birthday.
After much thought, she resorted to buying colored ink and painting herself.
Luo Li and Luo Yun looked at the painting, then at her.
