Ms. Xiao hugged Mrs. Ye. She had only recently returned to China with her daughter and had only visited her once or twice. She was unaware that her good friend had gone through all of this.

Mrs. Ye smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Thank you, Aruan."

“I couldn’t help at all, and I only found out about this myself. I’m so bad. As your friend, I couldn’t even help you.”

Don't say that.

…

Wan Ge walked briskly upstairs and entered the studio under the guidance of the maid.

Then I saw a little boy drawing by the window. He looked about seven or eight years old, but from the side I could see that he had very fair skin and very delicate features. I thought that his features would become more defined and handsome as he grew up.

Wan Ge walked to his side, but he seemed not to have heard her come in at all, and continued to focus on painting.

Wan Ge glanced at the painting the other person was working on. It was a vibrant spring garden, colorful and lifelike. Every flower was so lifelike that the dewdrops on the flowers were crystal clear, just like real dew.

He's only seven or eight years old, and he can already draw like this. I can't even imagine how much he will achieve in the future.

"Brother, your painting is so beautiful!" Wange said softly, but the other person still ignored her, still immersed in his own world.

Wan Ge didn't bother him too much, and she also picked up a piece of drawing paper and started drawing.

After drawing for about an hour, the other person was still drawing. Wange handed the finished drawing of Ye Muheng to the other person: "Brother, how do you think my drawing is?"

At this moment, Wan Ge is just a six-year-old girl. Even though she can draw all sorts of amazing works in her mind, her character is not a drawing genius, so what she draws is what a five- or six-year-old girl would draw.

It's said to be Ye Muheng, but that only outlines some of its features; in terms of appearance, it definitely doesn't resemble him.

Ye Muheng glanced at it and then replied, "It's alright."

The other party had indeed drawn all his features; Ye Muheng could tell at a glance that the other party was drawing himself.

Wan Ge was somewhat surprised that he would respond to her.

The conversation between the two mothers revealed that the other mother would absolutely not pay attention to anyone else when she was drawing.

Wan Ge pulled out another candy: "Brother, this candy is really sweet, would you like to try some?"

Wan Ge held the candy to his lips again, and Ye Muheng opened his mouth directly. After the sweet aroma filled his mouth, he answered Wan Ge in a slightly muffled voice, "Mmm, very sweet."

The other person did respond to her, but their gaze never left the canvas, and their hands continued to move.

…

Another half hour passed, and the two mothers downstairs still hadn't heard any crying or seen Wan Ge come down, so they became curious about what the two children were doing.

Then they went upstairs together and saw that Ye Muheng seemed to have a candy in his mouth, with the candy stick outside his lips.

Wan Ge, on the other hand, was asleep on a chair nearby.

They stood there for a while, and Ye Muheng seemed to have finally finished his painting, so he put down his brush. Then he washed all his tools, walked up to Madam Ye, and called out, "Mother."

Mrs. Ye patted his head and then introduced the person next to her: "This is Aunt Xiao."