The Wind Leaves No Trace

There is a man and a woman painted in the painting. The painting is meticulous and lifelike, and the technique is actually somewhat familiar. Looking at the woman with spring-like eyebrows and peach and plum face, her face is bright and charming, but her expression is cold, standing with a sword behind her back, Qian'er suddenly feels chilled: She is her aunt, she is prettier, how can she be as fierce as her mother? The man was sitting in a wheelchair, with gold threads wrapped around his hands, splendid clothes, and a hint of red between his eyebrows. He was a very beautiful man. The man looked sideways in thought, his eyes slightly lowered, and there was a hint of gloom between his brows. A closer look at his eyes, which were as deep and arrogant as dark jade, made people feel ashamed, as if it would be blasphemy to look at them more.