"Okay," Wen Xing looked at Shi Yi with a smile, "Okay, Shi Yi?"
She didn't mind too much.
Just as he was about to agree, Zhou Shengchen suddenly said, "Painting takes a lot of energy, and her body hasn't recovered yet."
"That's right." Wen Xing felt a little disappointed.
"However," he said calmly, offering another suggestion, "I can try to copy one."
The voice is faint, like a very simple thing.
Everyone was a little stunned. After all, the painting had just been finished, and it had been put away. Even if he had seen it, it was only once that day. Copying a painting that has only been seen once is easy to say, but it is very difficult to actually write.
Shi Yi was also a little unsure, until he saw him standing by the desk and writing.
At first it was reed, with a single branch a
