Mingshu stared at the dense black patterns, her eyes wide with amazement!
It's certainly not as easy to draw on human skin as it is on paper, the texture and smoothness of the skin somewhat affects the outcome of the drawing.
Not to mention the limited space, which greatly restricts the play of creativity.
The skill of the artist was truly remarkable; every detail was meticulously done, lifelike and clear at a glance!
Even Mingshu, who wasn't good at reading maps, could roughly understand most of it.
In the mist, Ah Yao's expression was indistinct. She lowered her eyelashes and after a moment, said softly, "My mother drew this for me."
Mingshu choked up, immediately realizing she had unintentionally touched on someone's sore spot. She opened her mouth, speechless for a moment, and then spoke somewhat sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."