63. Chapter 63 Is she the one he is looking for? 6
On that piece of white drawing paper, a light-colored pencil sketched a picture of the back of a little girl, with a flowing skirt and a string of bells hanging around her waist. The purple rope and golden bells are brightly colored, and even the lines of the bells are clearly drawn.
Chu.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei stood behind Xiang Yutian, standing there in shock as if struck by lightning, his raised hand froze in the air.
That bunch of bells...she had obviously worn them since she was a child.
This is her thing.
Is she the little girl on the drawing? Is she dazzled?
"Why don't you go and close the window for me?"
Xiang Yutian roared angrily and went to pick up the scattered drawing paper. He kept his knees on the ground, not caring that his pants would be stained.
To him, these drawing papers are far more important than his mysophobia.
Only then did Jiang Weiwei realize that several pieces of drawing paper had been blown down by the wind. Each drawing was exactly the same, including the simple drawing of the back of the little girl and the string of brightly colored bells...
Jiang Weiwei looked at everything in front of him in shock. He couldn't react for a moment, so he just followed his words and stepped forward to close the window.
Turning her head, she saw Xiang Yutian picking up all the drawing papers, putting them back into a picture album as if they were treasures, ironing even the folded corners with his fingertips.
It seems that it is no longer an ordinary painting, but a rare collection.
The tenderness in his eyes was something she had never seen before.
"Who is this little girl?"
Jiang Weiwei couldn't help but ask.
Xiang Yutian glared at her fiercely, his eyes as sharp as a knife and chilling.
Jiang Weiwei subconsciously took a step back, and the pain in her leg twitched throughout her body, making her stagger.
Xiang Yutian's eyes fell on her purple legs, looking pitiful, and he suddenly couldn't let go of his anger, so he suppressed it.
"Get out of here! Don't let me see you again!" Xiang Yutian shouted coldly.
He couldn't bring himself to kill her...
"Yes, Mr. Xiang."
Since he let her go, she didn't need to take the initiative to beat him.
Jiang Weiwei pursed his lips and walked cautiously past him, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the picture album again.
The word "Miaomiao" he called...
The drawing papers in his picture album, the bell on the little girl’s waist...
Is everything just a coincidence?
With all the doubts in his mind, Jiang Weiwei dragged his injured leg and walked out, limping, and found a pair of white crutches beside the door. It was exquisitely made and had a beautiful and fashionable appearance.
Jiang Weiwei didn't pay attention and looked back.
Xiang Yutian was still standing in front of the desk, sorting out the picture album, with a look of nervousness on his evil face...
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Walking out of Xiang Yutian's bedroom, Jiang Weiwei touched her neck. She almost died because of a peach wood bookmark with her nickname written on it.
And those drawing papers...
She was certain that her bell was unique in the world.
But how could the little girl in Xiang Yutian's painting be her? She didn't know him at all.
Jiang Weiwei walked downstairs and saw Gu Ying running up to her. Gu Ying grinned at her and said, "First sister, why didn't you use the crutches given by Master Xiang?"
"crutch?"
"Yes, didn't Mr. Xiang ask you to go to the study to give you a crutch? I will personally go and watch the craftsman make it overnight." Lone Ying said, "It's purely handmade."
"..."
"Let me tell you secretly, the pattern of the crutch was drawn by Mr. Xiang himself."