"No obstacle, it's good to keep it, it doesn't have to be removed. I really want to keep it." He didn't know how to express his strong wishes and said incoherently.
He was a little helpless. She once asked him what he knew about the back of his neck and used it to tease him. Only then did he truly know that what he said before was so ignorant.
"The reason?" Qiongying insisted on asking the bottom line. She didn't accept that she just wanted to think about it very much. She wanted to know the reason why she wanted it very much.
"...I think it's very good, my painting skills are superb, I... like it very much." Ye Chen said hesitantly, feeling tinkering with a heart.
He had never seen her paint, and had never known that she could paint, but he was not surprised that she could do almost everything, and her mythical existence was untouchable.
"Oh? So simple? I'll draw one for you in the next moment." Qiongying seemed very generous, and he was rare to like it. So what if I paint ten or eight.
"No, it's good to stay on the back of the neck, don't remove it." Ye Chen corrected the words. He had been late for ten years and knew that he didn't want to accept disillusionment in just one moment.
"What do you like to leave on the back of your neck?" Qiongying said suspiciously.
"Well." Ye Chen's voice was so faint that he could hardly hear it himself. He didn't like it so much, but just wanted to keep it. Perhaps, this was the most profound thing she gave him.
I remember that there was a lotus blooming in the fire that day. In the blur, I saw that there was such a lotus on her face, overlapping with the lotus in front of the mirror.
"It's simple, how about I repainting a red plum? Or peony, what do you like?" She could only paint red.
"No, Lian is very good, I like Lian." Ye Chen was a little exhausted, and he was a little anxious because he was not good at speaking, for fear that she would wipe the mark off with one stroke.
"It's not difficult. Just paint the green lotus, but it will take some time." You need to find purple pigments and paint them exquisitely. There should be no flaws in the texture and color of the pigments.
"No, Honglian is very good. I... only like Honglian..." Speaking of this, Ye Chen was completely exhausted and didn't even know what he said.
"Is that so? Why didn't I know you like Honglian before?" Qiongying looked at him in the mirror, with a joking smile flashing in his eyes.
"..." Ye Chen saw that the icing in her hand had disappeared, and he let out a secret breath, but he didn't know how to answer.
"What else do you like besides loving lotus?" Qiongying put down his hair, straightened his strands, and fell down his back.
"No more." Ye Chen could clearly see what she was doing behind him through the mirror, and her rare gentle expression.
"That's a pity." Qiongying walked around him again and said to him in the mirror as if he was sorry.
What a pity? What a pity? Ye Chen looked at her in the mirror with confusion.
"If you like something else, maybe I will draw something for you. Paint it on paper and you can draw a lot. Of course, I can't draw anything."
She hasn't painted for a long time. After painting a red lotus on the back of his neck ten years ago, she has not started writing yet.
She is in a good mood now, so she probably will paint with patience.
Hearing this, Ye Chen's expression flashed for a moment, his silent eyes were shining brightly, as bright as obsidian. In fact, he didn't need her to draw anything more, and this sentence was enough.