He forcefully ignored that concern and spoke lazily.

"If you want to work for Xia Wan in the future, you'd better submit your resignation to me as soon as possible."

Zuo Cheng's back was straight.

"I'm sorry, Brother Qi, I'll arrange it right now!"

Zuo Cheng turned and ran out of the study.

As he passed through the living room, he didn't dare to glance at Xia Wan even a little.

Xia Wan watched him leave in a hurry, her slightly open mouth stopped, and the question in her throat was swallowed back down.

Running so fast.

Were you chased by a dog?

The next moment, Cui Ziqi appeared at the study door.

Xia Wan pursed her lips and glanced at him, hesitating to speak, but in the end she chose to turn around and draw.

What kind of reaction is that?

Cui Ziqi, with her beautiful features, stepped behind Xia Wan.

The drawing paper is filled with brightly colored butterflies, some perched on flower stamens, some fluttering their wings, and some...fighting!

The roses, vibrant and fiery, exude a lively and energetic spirit. Their intense red hue contrasts beautifully with the shimmering gold on the butterflies, creating a vivid and captivating painting that immediately draws the eye.

Cui Ziqi's pupils reflected each butterfly outlined in gold thread in the painting.

My thoughts gradually drifted across time and space, returning to that cold, torrential rain.

Xia Wan sensed the movement behind her and picked up her paintbrush to sketch the wings of the last butterfly.

The butterfly that looked just like the one on her shoulder was printed on the paper.

After finishing the painting, she turned and smiled at Cui Ziqi, who was standing silently behind her. Her voice was clear and soft, like the sound of flowing spring water.

"How is it? Is it the same butterfly you saw fifteen years ago?"