It was impossible for me to see the shape of his lips from such a distance, so I remained motionless.
Yang Yumo seemed to be angry. He quickly wrote two words and raised his hand towards me. This time I saw clearly that it was indeed the word "come here".
It is not easy to pretend to be deaf and dumb. For fear of missing something, you can only pretend not to hear.
I walked timidly to Yang Yumo's desk, and saw that he was still looking at the scroll attentively. I didn't dare to be presumptuous, so I stood aside obediently, saying nothing, and waited quietly for Yang Yumo to give orders.
"I thought you would be curious about the characters in my scroll. It seems that I was wrong." Yang Yumo said in a moderate voice.
Listening to his tone, he seems to be sure that I am Pei Qian. Why? Why is this? Where did I show my flaw?
There is no way, there is no way I can comply with his words?
Anyway, he didn't ask me to pay, and I could still pretend that I wasn't Pei Qian. Thinking about it, I felt very depressed.
This time, Yang Yumo muttered: "It's really tiring to talk like this." Then he pulled my sleeve, and I looked at him and his lip shape.
I also felt that being a mute girl was a wrong decision, as it would be difficult to communicate with her.
"Look at the portrait in my hand." Yang Yumo said to me word by word.
I followed the instructions and looked at the portrait, watching it carefully.
She was a woman I had never seen before, but she looked familiar. After taking a closer look, I realized that she was indeed familiar because her eyes and face shape were somewhat similar to Sanjin's.
This time I am 100% sure that this woman is the woman Yang Yumo loves.
With delicate lips, watery eyes, and a pretty nose, she is a woman as elegant as water. She wears a plain dress, has a high bun, and looks into the distance from the side. She has a beautiful face and a beautiful portrait.
Sanjin is somewhat similar to her, but her temperament is different.
The woman in this portrait has a very unique temperament that is unforgettable.
I looked intently until Yang Yumo pulled my sleeve, and I realized that I had completely forgotten myself while looking at the picture of a beautiful woman. I regained my focus and wrote on the paper: "It's very beautiful. I'm fascinated by it."
Yang Yumo's eyes turned to the beauty picture, he pursed his thin lips, showed a gentle smile, and wrote on the paper: "Ying'er is indeed beautiful. So far, I have never seen a woman with more temperament than her.
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When Ying'er was mentioned, Yang Yumo's smile was so gentle that it was shocking.