Jun Ye snorted coldly, "Just her, painting herself with a smile that doesn't show her teeth."
Master Yao looked carefully at the painting of Manman, and said with profound meaning, "Don't you think she painted herself to be very happy in the picture?"
After hearing this, Jun Ye took another careful look at the picture. Manman had painted herself in a Q-version, her cheeks plump and a bit like baby fat. But perhaps it was precisely because of this that, for a moment, he seemed to see, from the Q-version sister's smile, the laughing face from a very long time ago when she was very small—genuine, innocent, and pure.
His fingertips trembling as he pinched the corner of the painting, afraid that a careless move might cause it to disappear like a bubble and hastily placing it back in the wallet, he closed it gently. Inside his chest, it was as though thousands of horses were stampeding.
Master Yao patted his shoulder lightly.
