The Clock Pendulum had learned painting.
As a once Famous Courtesan, painting was one of her basic talents. Although most of her memories from her lifetime had been lost, her foundation in painting remained intact, just as the Songstress Flower still retained her singing ability.
The round and bright Clock Pendulum, pressing closely against Li Banfeng's hand, guided him stroke by stroke on composition. Li Banfeng studied painting for an entire night and by dawn, he could at least draw a human figure.
From the basics of sketching, this painting had a sense of perspective and dimensionality. The bodily proportions were also largely in accordance with the standards of a normal person.
Li Banfeng gathered his thoughts and dropped a drop of blood on the picture. The blood quickly spread across the paper, and the paper rapidly folded and bent. A slender woman slowly walked out from the paper.
She was a bit short, not even one foot tall.
Could she be considered a beauty?
