Chen Yi said with a smile, "I've fulfilled my promise. The painting I said I'd make for you is complete."
"Really?"
Xiao Wan'er's heart skipped a beat. She quickly handed the blueprints to Shen Huatang and carefully unrolled the painting.
Six figures seemed to leap off the paper.
There was Xiao Fengchun, imposing without being angry, and the elegant Fu Wanqing, both seated on chairs. Squatting beside them was Xiao Wuge, grinning from ear to ear.
Behind them stood a valiant and heroic-looking Xiao Jinghong, a gentle and delicate Xiao Wan'er, and, standing between the two women, Chen Yi.
—Just as he had painted himself the night before, he was dressed in black brocade robes, his features strikingly handsome.
As Xiao Wan'er looked at the portrait in her hands, the images of Xiao Fengchun and Fu Wanqing reflected in her eyes, which began to mist over.
"Fa-Father... Mother..."
