Baiwu's Sustenance

She drew ninety-nine portraits of him, but she could never get the facial features right—every time she started writing, her memory became blurry. When the last painting was completed, the person in the painting smiled at her: "You have forgotten, I am the painting spirit. Every time you paint a picture, I will pay off an old debt for you." She suddenly realized it and asked in a trembling voice: "What is the last debt?" The painting spirit pointed to the snow outside the window: "Forget me."