Zhi Wan looked where she was pointing, and her heart skipped a beat.
This mole... it wasn't something she had added on a whim.
It was something she had seen on the man in her dream.
The scene from her dream last night took place in a bathing chamber.
The man had been bathing, so he wasn't wearing any clothes.
Although she couldn't make out his face, she had gotten a clear view of his exposed skin.
She had seen the small mole on his collarbone with perfect clarity.
After waking up, she had used the man as inspiration to create several paintings of him.
The one Ouyang Zhenzhu was holding was one of them.
She had considered it a throwaway draft precisely because of the mole she had drawn on the man's collarbone.
She didn't know if the man in her dream was a figment of her imagination or a real person.
If he was a real person, this painting would be rather inappropriate.
After all, she sold all her paintings to a bookshop.
