Chapter 213 Wanwan, you are really amazing
Her complexion was still rosy, and she didn't seem to have anything unusual about her.
"Don't worry, I really don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."
After Zhong Wan finished speaking, she looked at Du Qian and saw his cautious and appreciative expression. She felt very gratified.
She reached out and took Lin Yan'an's hand, about to say something...
Then, the drawing paper in Du Qian's hand, soaked with his tears, suddenly emitted a softer white light from within his embrace.
The white light wasn't dazzling; instead, it brought a sense of warmth to those who looked at it.
Under the shocked gazes of Zhong Wan, Lin Yan'an, and Du Qian, the drawing paper slowly floated from Du Qian's arms into the air, gradually becoming transparent and ethereal in the white light.
Finally, it transformed into countless tiny, shimmering specks of light, floating lightly throughout the room.
It's just like fireflies on a summer night.
Those points of light seemed to have their own consciousness; they hovered and danced, one after another surging onto the painting.
That was the first portrait Zhong Wan painted of Du Qian!
Those points of light quietly blended into the painting.
On the screen, Du Qian, who was originally just looking down solemnly, now suddenly has many, many, many dense white dots on his chest near his heart.
As the color of the light spot dimmed, a small mark slowly appeared in that spot.
It was exactly the picture Zhong Wan had just drawn—the cute, smiling little girl holding milk tea and cake!
The two completely different art styles have blended together without looking out of place at all.
Her appearance seemed to soften Du Qian's entire figure.
The slight sorrow in Du Qian's eyes, which had been visible in his previous words, softened considerably as a result.
His gaze was no longer as serious as before, and even the corners of his mouth seemed to curve into a very faint, yet real, arc for a moment.
Du Qian's phantom stared in shock at the scene before him, at the pattern that had suddenly appeared on his chest in the painting, and at his daughter's radiant smile.
Du Qian's lips couldn't help but slowly turn up, and he subconsciously raised his hand to touch his chest.
Although the place was still empty, he felt a strange connection to it.
A connection to that painting,
It was as if his daughter, in a special way, was able to stay by his side forever.
She was in his heart.
forever……
Du Qian looked up and took a deep look at his own portrait, then at the mark on the portrait's chest.
After a long while, he slowly turned around, looked at Lin Yan'an and Zhong Wan, and bowed deeply once again.
Words cannot express my gratitude and appreciation.
He could only express it through action:
"Madam Lin...Young Friend Lin..."
"This kindness... I, Du, will never forget!"
His voice was slightly choked, yet it carried an unprecedented ease and tranquility.
Zhong Wan quickly waved her hand: "Mr. Du, you really flatter me!"
"It's just what we can do. We're happy to help you and to see that you've let go of your worries."
Lin Yan'an quickly nodded in agreement, "Yes, Mr. Du, you see, isn't it all good now?"
"Your children can accompany you in this way, and you can also fulfill your long-cherished wish of compiling the Record of Folk Customs with greater peace of mind."
Du Qian stood up and turned to look at the small, smiling daughter in the heart of his portrait.
His eyes felt warm, but the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
Du Qian took a deep breath, looked at Lin Yan'an and Zhong Wan again, and bowed to them once more: "It is late at night, so I will not disturb your rest any longer."
This time, his movements were more fluid and composed, and his aura was much more peaceful.
Zhong Wan and Lin Yan'an exchanged a glance and returned the greeting together: "Mr. Du, please rest early as well."
After saying that,
Du Qian's phantom smiled and nodded in their direction, and then the phantom vanished instantly.
It transformed into thick black mist and instantly sank into his portrait.
The black mist on the drawing paper gradually receded, and faint wisps of ink began to flow over the brushstrokes.
Eventually, peace was restored, but the expressions of the people in the painting were completely different from when Zhong Wan first painted it.
The room fell silent instantly.
Zhong Suisui yawned, her pink tongue licking the cream on her nose. Her little body paused for a moment, then she disappeared instantly.
[Mommy! Sui Sui hasn't finished her cake yet!]
Zhong Suisui's voice still lingered in the room, but her figure had long since disappeared.
Zhong Wan and Lin Yan'an exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.
"This has finally put Mr. Du's mind at ease."
Zhong Wan spoke softly, and after she finished speaking, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
[Ding! The host has successfully advanced the mission progress. 1 merit point awarded. Current mission progress: 45%.]
[Host's current merit points: -1.5.]
Zhong Wan was taken aback upon hearing this, then her smile widened.
I never expected that she could earn merit points during missions!
Although she didn't understand the specific reason, it was undoubtedly good news for her.
That negative sign is really an eyesore.
The system is also inhumane. She has already accepted the punishment, so why can't the value be reduced to zero?
【Hehe─━_─━。】
[Dream on! Your punishment process was interrupted. How about we start over? I can also apply to reset your score to zero.]
Zhong Wan: "..."
To be honest, she was genuinely tempted for a moment.
But when she caught a glimpse of Lin Yan'an out of the corner of her eye and met his concerned gaze, Zhong Wan smiled and shook her head.
Let's forget about it.
She didn't feel anything, but it was her husband, Mr. Lin, who was suffering the most.
Especially now, at this crucial moment when he is working hard to earn money for her.
Thinking about it that way, that negative sign doesn't seem so bothersome anymore.
Lin Yan'an had no idea what Zhong Wan was thinking. He naturally put his arm around Zhong Wan's shoulder and looked at Mr. Du's portrait.
"You did a great job, Wanwan, you are amazing."
His voice was deep, and his words were full of affirmation and praise.
Zhong Wan turned her head and pressed her cheek intimately against his warm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and her whole body relaxed.
"Where the heart goes, the pen will follow."
Lin Yan'an lowered his head and gently kissed the top of Zhong Wan's head: "Your feelings have been conveyed to Mr. Du through your paintbrush."
"That girl and that painting are more precious to Mr. Du than any magic or ritual."
"Wanwan, you are really amazing."
His praise and support were undoubtedly the best comfort for Zhong Wan.
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