Just then, the tyrant grabbed her sleeve and casually opened his palm, "I want to paint too."

His hands were pale yet strong, with long, slender fingers; every movement seemed meticulously designed and excessively beautiful.

He's the kind of man you'd want to spend your life with just by looking at his hands.

Li Wanglai secretly glanced at his chubby little hands, silently put them behind his back, and tugged at his fingers, saying that it would make them grow longer.

Shen Jiao's focus is different.

Her gaze remained fixed on the scar on Ji Yan's palm, which had just scabbed over and was still red around the edges.

Ji Yan saw the frizzy hamster looking at his scar and raised an eyebrow smugly.

It's like showing off how deep and beautiful the wound is.

Shen Jiao had no choice but to look away, fearing that the tyrant would think she also had self-harming thoughts and would stab her twice without saying a word.

She asked with a smile, "Does Your Majesty also wish to have your lifeline drawn longer?"

Ji Yan leaned lazily against the soft chair, her black hair hanging down smoothly, and said casually, "No, I want to draw my lifeline shorter, so that you can kill me sooner."

"Okay." Shen Jiao held the tyrant's hand and started drawing with an eyebrow pencil.

After finishing the painting, she went to watch Yu Wushuang's competition. She had just left with Xi Su and the other two.

Li Wanglai and Liang Heng followed closely behind, saying, "Miss, watch your step, be careful of the stairs, wait for us."

It's so oppressive to live in a place with a tyrant.

I can't stand it, I really can't stand it.

Without the bright lights of the viewing platform, it suddenly fell silent, completely out of place with the bustling activity outside the golden curtains, plunging into a silent and chilling stillness.

Ji Yan stared at her palm.

There was no short lifeline drawn there.

A tiny figure, no bigger than a peanut, stubbornly puffs out its cheeks and breathes into the hideous, ugly scar.

Ji Yan stared for a long time, then suddenly chuckled. The coldness in her eyes, which had lasted for years, melted away, and finally the long-awaited spring was welcomed.