This played right into her hands; from now on, no one would ever fight her for Fu Jingzhou again!
In the mirror, Qiao Yusu admiringly appreciated her own reflection, the corners of her lips curving upward a fraction more.
That smear of dark red lipstick looked exceptionally ghostly in the dim light.
Lin Anqiao, it turns out it wasn't just me who couldn't tolerate you.
Even the heavens refuse to tolerate you!
A summer evening, when even the stifling evening breeze carried a hint of coolness.
Lin Anqiao had not found a suitable studio, but she had no wish to waste any more time, and decided to start working first.
"Click—"
The courtyard gate was pushed open from the outside by a man.
Perhaps she was simply too absorbed in her work, for she completely failed to notice anyone coming in.
From Song Hanjiang's perspective, Lin Anqiao was sitting in the middle of the courtyard pavilion, paintbrush in hand, making a rapid scratching sound as she drew. In the drawing, a phoenix wept toward the sky, breathtakingly beautiful.
The person painting wore an expression of intense concentration, her gaze fixed on the artwork, her slightly furrowed brows and eyes appearing cool yet stunning.
Clearly she was painting, but in Song Hanjiang's eyes, at this moment she was the painting itself.
So beautiful it made his heart skip a beat...
"I never expected that after all these years, your painting skills would have become so formidable."
Just as Lin Anqiao was concentrating on her work, she was in…
Chapter 31