Helping Little Cuties

"No way, Weiyang. You paint this man every day. Don't you feel sick of it?"

"Of course not. You have to eat and breathe every day. Do you feel sick of it?"

"Please, hide in the studio and secretly draw others. If you like them, go after them. If he really looks like you draw like this, you'll really earn a lot of money."

"He looks better than what I draw."

...

She looked at the pieces of paper one by one. Other than the strange muscle memory, there were also some fragmented images that kept appearing in Shen Weiyang's mind.

It was as if she had drawn a man like this before.

Was it Leng Huaijin?

This familiar feeling forced Shen Weiyang to think this way. When she thought of this, her hand shook and the pencil in her hand fell to the ground.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Yiyi immediately sensibly helped Shen Weiyang pick up the brush and hand it to her.

Shen Weiyang took it absentmindedly, "Thank you Yiyi."