He has always loved the way he painted.
The man would sit quietly in front of the painting table, with a pair of flesh-pink lips pursed slightly, and a smile that was so shallow that it was almost imperceptible. The jade pen tube was held between the five fingers with a similar touch, which was even more matching. After dipping in ink, the slightly drooped eyebrows were always quiet, and his eyes were With amber eyes, he glanced at the white silk spread on the table along with the writing gesture. The silk was smeared with deep and shallow ink marks, but it was always blurred by the halo of dim paper lights in the room, just like the other person's hidden thoughts, making it impossible for him to see clearly. .........