Chapter 886: Pig's Trotters, Talent?

Keira Leaf gazed at him, lost in thought, as sunlight enveloped him, casting a light gold glow all around.

Because he had his back to the sun, his shadow stretched across the table and the ground; from Keira's perspective, his profile was bathed in sunlight, so clear that even the fuzz on his face seemed to sparkle.

Keira casually picked up the book at the headboard and flipped to the very first page, finding a spot where there was plenty of blank space to work with. She began lightly sketching his outline with a black ballpoint pen.

The warmth of her fingertips began to meld with the paper, and the paintbrush in Keira's hand seemed to come to life. She slightly furrowed her brows, an unusual seriousness in her expression, and she didn't even need to look up at that man—his figure had already imprinted itself deeply in her mind.