Liou Qingcheng leaned over to Lin Tian, watching him draw stroke by stroke in his notebook.
Soon, a little figure waving a water sleeve and dancing in a classical style appeared. It wasn't exactly lifelike, but it had some resemblance.
Liou Qingcheng asked with a smile, "Do you remember?"
"I remember, but my drawing isn't as good as yours."
Liou Qingcheng laughed and said, "You smooth talker, but it seems like there's still something missing in your drawing."
"What?"
"Missing a male lead." Having said this, Liou Qingcheng took the pen and paper from Lin Tian's hand and continued drawing on his picture.
As the bell rang, Liou Qingcheng also stopped drawing. Beside the little figure with water sleeves, there was now a man in Hanfu, perfectly complementing the dance.
Liou Qingcheng stared at the drawing, smiling contentedly, then furrowed her brows slightly and muttered to herself, "It still feels like something's missing."
