When they arrived at Yueshui Palace, Wanwan was taken to the backyard of Yueshui Palace by the maid.
As soon as she walked to the backyard, she saw Sikong Yuecang.
He is still dressed in white, and his silver hair shines with soft and dazzling light. Under the refraction of the sun, the silver hair on that end seems to be studded with dazzling gems. The little bits of light are so dazzling.
I can hardly open my eyes.
He sat quietly under a cherry blossom tree, his lower body covered with a thin blanket, and his beautiful face was still astonishingly white.
There was a table in front of him, with a piece of paper spread out on the table, and he was holding a pen in his hand, as if he was drawing something.
As soon as Wanwan walked in, he raised his head and looked towards her.
"Wanwan, you're here."
A faint smile spread out from the corner of his mouth, and in an instant, it looked like a tree full of cherry blossoms flying in the air, incredibly beautiful.
A gust of wind blew over and lifted up his sleeves like flowing clouds. The sleeves were swayed by the wind, and the silver threads on his head were also fluttering in the wind.
Pieces of pink cherry blossoms were spinning in the air, one after another, flying one after another, and falling everywhere.
Wanwan was once again shocked by his beauty, and liquid immediately secreted from her mouth.
She swallowed her saliva and tried to calm her racing heart, "Yes, I'm here."
Damn... this... this is so heart-breaking... why is it that every time I see Sikong Yuecang, I feel like I'm beating wildly.
"Well, you all can go down."
Sikong Yue Cangping withdrew the servants, and when only the two of them were left in the yard, he said to Wanwan, "Wanwan, how about coming over and taking a look at this painting?"
Wanwan originally didn't want to go there, and she also thought that she didn't want to go there, but her legs... couldn't help but move away in his direction.
After despising herself in her heart, she slowly walked towards Sikong Yuecang.
When she got closer to him, she stopped.
When he looked down, he saw that what Sikong Yuecang was drawing was actually himself.
In the painting, she is sitting by a stream, with a sweet smile on her face, her little feet soaked in the stream, and the fish in the water are kissing her toes.