The girl smiled softly, like misty rain blurred by ink and ink, so beautiful that it is indescribable.
All the flowers in this world cannot match her momentary appearance.
The ink gradually smudged, blurring the appearance of the girl in the painting.
She had never experienced such dull pain before. She was a little confused, but she subconsciously felt that Ye Xi's pain would never be less than hers.