Mingli nodded, then burst into tears, "Waaaaah, I have no money... I can't... hiccup... I can't express my love for you, waaaaah... I'm so sad, waaaaah..."
What the heck?
Qiao Zhen hurriedly hugged him and comforted him, "Sweetie, I can feel your love, but you're not old enough to talk about love and romance. What I mean is, wait until you grow up and are independent before you talk about love, okay?"
Mingli buried her wet little face in Qiaozhen's shoulder and murmured a slightly choked "Mmm".
Qiao Zhen coaxed Ming Li to sleep, and after he fell asleep, she gently placed him on the bed, then tidied up his luggage again before stretching, turning off the light, and leaving.
After Qiao Zhen finished her work, Ming Yan knocked on her door a few times. Once Qiao Zhen agreed, Ming Yan went in and asked bluntly, "Isn't Miss Qiao worried about plagiarism?"
Qiao Zhen smiled indifferently, "She can plagiarize my manuscript, but she can't plagiarize my mind. Did Mr. Ming understand my last drawing?"
Mingyan shook his head. "No, I didn't understand it. It just gave me a strong feeling. It was noble and elegant, yet mysterious and eerie."
European classical style embodies nobility and elegance, while Eastern Taoist talismans represent mystery and the uncanny. Qiao Zhen raised an eyebrow. "That's right, but could you elaborate?"
Mingyan shook his head again, "Forgive my ignorance, but I really can't think of anything."
Qiao Zhen nodded. "That's the problem. You can see the mood the design is trying to convey, but you can't tell what it actually is. You don't think I just scribbled something randomly, do you? The design has a very significant history."
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