With no one following her, Su Ningxia felt a lot more relaxed. She wandered around the gorgeous palace and got lost unknowingly...
She was a little panicked now. Really, if she had known better, she wouldn't have run around, but what would she do now?
She wandered aimlessly and finally arrived at a unique and elegant palace.
As soon as she entered the door, she was greeted by a sea of flowers all over the sky. Large tracts of violets were blooming brilliantly, and the air was filled with the intoxicating fragrance of violets. Su Ningxia was a little intoxicated. She didn't expect that there was such a beautiful place in the palace.
Seeing this scene, she thought of the large patch of lavender Qian Yichen in the back of the school. She never thought that the owner of this place had the same hobby as Qian Yichen, the monster!
Why did she think of him again? Damn it, she hit her head hard.
She thought as she continued walking forward, and when she reached the center of the sea of flowers, she was stunned. She immediately found a pot of violets to hide herself. Through the petals, she saw a holy angel like an angel in the center of the sea of flowers.
The white figure, dressed in white clothes, highlights the slender and straight figure. The soft black hair is even more shining under the refraction of the sun. Just a side face has a charm that people can't take away their eyes from.
Su Ningxia even held her breath. She didn't expect there to be such a handsome guy in the palace!
I wonder if it can compare with that monster in her family?
Huh, even if you can't compare with appearance, you can definitely compare with the soul. What's the use of being good-looking!
Su Ningxia cautiously continued to "peep".
She saw the young man in white clothes looking intently at the drawing board in front of her. Only then did she realize that he was painting. His long white fingers controlled the brush and swayed freely on the drawing board, outlining the scene of a sea of violet flowers under the blue sky and white clouds in front of her.
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The ink dizzy with water faded layer by layer on the white drawing paper, making it more lifelike. The young man in front of her had simply brought her painting skills to the extreme. Only then did Su Ningxia notice that the drawing boards next to the young man were all filled with
A completed masterpiece. The same violet is painted in different ways, sketch, oil painting, pastel...
The violets were all blooming with vitality, but she felt a strong aura of sadness.