Su Zhihan then got up and came over to look, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Oh my god, it's so beautiful! It's so evocative."
Gu Lingyang also came over to look, his eyes flashing with admiration and amazement.
A breeze blew by, and Jiang Wanning sniffed. She was very sensitive to the smell of smoke. Had Fu Chenyuan been smoking?
She didn't even know Fu Chenyuan smoked?
But Jiang Wanning said nothing, and instead began to paint the two of them into the picture.
When Jiang Wanning stopped writing, Lu Heng came over to look and was also stunned and lost in thought.
"Sister-in-law, you can become a painter."
Only Fu Chenyuan was not surprised at all.
He stood behind her, his gaze falling on the painting, then quickly settling on Jiang Wanning.
Jiang Wanning smiled, a hint of shyness in her eyes.
"It's not as good as you say, I just like it. I didn't think that far ahead."
Fu Chenyuan, however, wore a thoughtful expression.
The painting still needs further improvement, such as coloring.
Seeing that Jiang Wanning had been painting for so long, Fu Chenyuan felt a little sorry for her and suggested, "I'll have someone move this painting to the studio later, and you can continue working on it tomorrow, how about that?"
"Okay." Jiang Wanning was a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, today was supposed to be a get-together for everyone, but I got so caught up in drawing here."
"It's okay. Once you've finished drawing, be sure to take a picture and send it to us, the original image. I want to post it on my WeChat Moments to show off."
It was late at night, and the group started chatting, drinking, and eating. Jiang Wanning thought the fruit wine was delicious, so she drank while listening to their conversation.
Jiang Wanning is not a social butterfly; when there are many people around, she is usually a listener.
She ate the skewers Fu Chenyuan handed her while sipping her drink from the cup, looking incredibly well-behaved, making you want to cherish her.
Fu Chenyuan was the first to notice that something was wrong with Jiang Wanning.
Jiang Wanning pointed at him, her voice soft, like a feather brushing against one's heart: "Chen Yuan, why are you swaying back and forth? I can't see you clearly anymore. It's so beautiful, stop it now."
He wasn't swaying; rather, his moon was drunk.
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