Ji Sang let out a deep sigh, suppressing his overly rapid heartbeat, hoping he wouldn't misspeak.
There wasn't much of a disturbance, but the courtyard was so quiet that Ah Xing put down her pen and turned her head to look at Ji Sang.
The two exchanged a smile.
"Have you arrived?"
Her soft voice brought a hint of warmth in the days transitioning from autumn to winter and also relaxed Ji Sang, who didn't know quite what to say.
"Mm, what are you painting?"
Ah Xing shifted aside to let Ji Sang see for himself.
On the easel was unmistakably the tree outside the yard. Ji Sang had been too far to see it clearly before. Only now did he notice that the painting was not exactly the same as the tree outside.
Ah Xing had added an unrelated flower to the originally bare trunk.
At first glance, it seemed discordant, but upon further examination, it revealed a different perspective.
