Wu Lai never expected that he would see Song Xiwei with a pastry in her mouth, a brush in her hand, and her face smeared with ink. The scene looked quite comical. In short, she was not composed or dignified at all. How could anyone imagine that she was the same person as that noble god?

"Cough cough cough..."

He didn't mean to attract her attention, but he just couldn't resist.

Upon hearing the cough, Song Xiwei froze for a moment, almost dropping the pastry in her mouth. She quickly reached out to catch it.

Upon seeing that Song Xiwei's hands were covered in ink, Wu Lai quickly stepped forward, took the pastries, and handed them to Song Xiwei, saying, "Eat."

Song Xiwei: "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? I'll do it myself."

"You have ink on your hands, it's no big deal for me to feed you, it's not like it's the first time," Wu Lai said nonchalantly.

Song Xiwei recalled that it seemed to make sense; when she was craving food while soaking in the bathtub, wasn't it always Wu who fed her?

Without thinking much, she started eating the pastries from Wu Lai's hand.

Its mouth was bulging from all the pastries, making it look like a little hamster, which was quite adorable.

Looking at her like this, Wu Lai felt a peace and contentment he had never experienced before.

Especially since there was ink stuck to her face, she looked like a little kitten.

"What are you spacing out for? What do you want?" Song Xiwei felt something was off.

"Uh, nothing much..." Wu Lai wanted to take the opportunity to leave, knowing that his heartbeat was not right and it was not appropriate for him to stay.

Just as she was about to slip away, Song Xiwei asked, "Who did you meet with?"

Did Song Xiwei realize something?

Wu Lai was pondering how to explain to Song Xiwei that he had met Siming when Song Xiwei spoke up, "Could you take a look at this painting for me?"

Wu Lai then leaned over to take a look at the painting.

"Uh..." Wu Lai realized that the person in the painting was actually Song Xiwei herself.

I must say, the painting is very lifelike and quite good.

"Uh...what? How's the drawing?" Song Xiwei pressed.

"Hmm, it's alright, pretty good," Wu Lai said.

“Right? I plan to draw a portrait of myself every day from now on,” Song Xi said with a smile.

"Oh, that's good. But why did you suddenly decide to paint? Are you too bored?" Wu Lai asked.

Song Xi sighed softly, "Do you know what it feels like to be lovesick?"

Wu Lai blushed deeply when asked the question, and his heart began to race.

Longing...

For some reason, even just mentioning those two words made him inexplicably nervous, and he didn't even dare to look Song Xiwei in the eye.

"I imagine you don't know what it feels like. It's probably like each day is an eternity, and you're constantly on your mind. Anyway, I miss him, and I know he misses me too. So, every day when I miss him terribly, I draw a portrait of myself for him. That way, when we meet again, these portraits will tell him just how much I miss him."

Song Xiwei's smile was unlike anything she had ever shown to Wulai. Wulai felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, and for some reason, a little jealous. "You've painted so many portraits, aren't you going to consider giving me one?"

Upon hearing this, Song Xiwei replied without much thought, "Sure, I'll send it to you tomorrow."

Wu Lai had expected to be rejected, but Song Xiwei agreed so readily. His somewhat bitter mood instantly turned into joy, and he even began to look forward to tomorrow.

However, when the next day arrived and Song Xiwei handed him the portrait, he saw that it was just an ordinary landscape painting, not a portrait of her. Only then did Wu Lai realize that not everyone could have a portrait of her.

"How is it? Do you like it? This is a panoramic view of your sect that I specially drew. It's much harder to draw than a portrait. It's equivalent to drawing two portraits. Do you like it?" Seeing that Wu Lai's expression was very serious, Song Xiwei reached out and poked his shoulder.