"I told you, you'd really like it."
From the moment she mentioned that the view outside the window would be even more beautiful, Meng Wan knew that Meng Zhiyao would definitely like this place.
"The tools are all ready. It would be a shame not to paint a picture here, wouldn't it?" Qian Yixuan had already prepared the tools without anyone noticing.
He half-squatted down and handed the paintbrush to Meng Zhiyao. This time, Meng Zhiyao did not refuse and took it, then sat in the chair that Qian Yixuan had adjusted for him.
He didn't pause for long; he just stared out the window for a moment in a daze before starting to mix the paint.
The scenery outside the window was bright and beautiful, yet Meng Zhiyao stained the entire white cloth black. The next second, he applied the mixed yellow paint on top, creating a chaotic yet strangely distorted effect.
Meng Wan had already left sometime earlier, leisurely sipping her black tea, while Qian Yixuan sat beside Meng Zhiyao, his brows slightly furrowed.
Meng Zhiyao only stopped writing when Meng Wan called the two of them out for lunch.
The two had almost finished eating, and Meng Zhiyao still had more than half left in her bowl. Qian Yixuan gave Meng Wan a look, and the latter understood, packing the takeout box and placing it aside.
"Can you be by yourself for a while? I'm over there. Come a little closer and you'll see me."
Meng Zhiyao glanced in the direction Meng Wan was pointing and nodded.
"Good boy." Meng Wan patted his head, her smile full of praise.
When she sat down, she waved to Meng Zhiyao, who, after confirming that she could see Meng Wan, ate her meal with peace of mind.
"How was it?" Meng Wan turned her head, her smile fading.
"Without a doubt, he is a genius in painting, but..."
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