Although not quite as "one-of-a-kind" as the drawings made by her little husband, this piece by the eldest young master of the Ning family was still quite beautiful.
Who could fail to love such a beautiful, radiant version of themselves?
Lu Qingtang clutched the painting, her eyes curving into crescents. The stifled frustration that had been weighing on her chest vanished into thin air.
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