She had no choice but to say tactfully: "Actually, I'm not good at painting. You can find a better painter to paint it for you."
"If I need it, do you have to tell me?" He gave her a look like 'you are an idiot'.
I asked her to draw it because it was unique.
He couldn't say exactly what was unique about it, but it was very unique anyway.
Seeing that An Ruo was still hesitating, he posed without giving her time to think: "Start painting. If you paint well, I will give you a reward."
An Ruo thought for a while and said: "If the painting is good, can I propose the prize myself?"
Tang Yuchen immediately became interested. This was the first time she asked him for something.
"Of course it's no problem." There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and his dark eyes were bright. An Ruo's heart moved slightly, and she lowered her head and started writing.
She thought she couldn't draw Tang Yuchen's appearance, but as soon as she painted, she realized that she had such a deep memory of his appearance.
It was so profound that she could draw it without looking at his face.
He has a pair of dark and bright phoenix eyes, which are always covered with a thin layer of ice. They are cold and distant, and there is a lack of affection for the world in his eyes.
Black and neat eyebrows, a high nose bridge, a sculpture-like strong and deep facial profile, sexy but soft lips, and a head of thick but always meticulously groomed hair...
This man is her husband and the fate of her life.
She hated him, disliked him, and didn't want to remember him. But he invaded her world forcefully and domineeringly, hurt her, and destroyed her. As a result, she had a deep memory of his appearance, and she would probably never forget it in her lifetime.
Maybe the hatred for him will be buried deep in my heart, like a gangrene attached to my bones, and I can never get rid of it.
An Ruo lowered her eyes. She did not raise her head to look at him. She had been immersed in her own thoughts, but she wrote like a god.
Tang Yuchen looked at her with complicated eyes, his eyes were dark and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The bedroom was very quiet, with only the rustling of pencils on paper. Both of them were lost in their own thoughts. At this time, time seemed to pass quickly like running water.
Half an hour later, Anruo stopped her pencil and stared at the sketch on the paper, feeling a little dazed.
Why did she draw him smiling?
Putting aside the strange thoughts in her heart, she handed the sketch to Tang Yuchen. The man took it and took a look at it, and the corners of his mouth curved into a shallow smile again.
"The painting is good." He was sincerely praising her. Although he was not an expert in painting, his appreciation was very extraordinary.
An Ruo drew the charm in his eyes, as well as the vagueness in the corners of his mouth... Maybe it can't be called a smile, just an arc.
She painted all his indifference, mystery, ruthlessness, loneliness, and nobility. With just one glance, you can tell how high her painting skills are.
Maybe it's not her superb painting skills, but that she's too familiar with him...
"What prize do you want?" The man raised his eyes and asked her with a smile.
Even if An Ruo was standing and he was sitting, she still felt like she was being looked down upon by him.
She was debating whether to intercede for Yun Feixue at this time, thinking that the opportunity was too late, and if it continued, Yun Feixue might even be convicted.
Go ahead, there's nothing to hesitate about.
"I……"
Unfortunately, the ringtone of her cell phone interrupted what she was about to say.
An Ruo picked up the phone and was surprised when she saw the familiar phone numbers of An's family. She couldn't understand why they called her.
