Little Xingxing used a black crayon to cover the entire paper.
The whole sheet of paper was black.
Xia Yangyang felt shocked upon seeing it.
She felt as though there was a demon living inside little Xingxing's heart.
Her whole being was dark and gloomy.
Even the things she drew were devoid of any color.
Xia Yangyang felt extremely distressed.
Xia Yangyang held little Xingxing's hand: "Xingxing, will you talk to me? Tell me everything that's on your mind, I don't want to see you like this."
Little Xingxing didn't say a word.
But her small hand, which was covering the drawing paper, moved away.
She said nothing, kept her head down, and continued to scribble with her marker on the white paper.
Until she turned the entire sheet of white paper black.
Xia Yangyang looked at the pitch-black sheet of white paper and felt a chill down her spine.
What on earth was going on in this child's mind to draw a pitch-black doodle?
