Hearing this, Li Lanlan shuddered, unable to help but ask, "She... what is she doing?"
"Drawing, she's learning to draw, drawing herself." Wang Kunpeng choked as he said, "She said that although she's ugly, she knows what her heart looks like. Her heart is beautiful, more beautiful than any scenery in this world, and she wants to draw her heart as it truly is!"
In an instant, bean-sized tears rolled from Li Lanlan's eyes. Filled with guilt and remorse toward her daughter, she could no longer hold back in the face of such an understanding child.
At this moment, she hated—hated herself so much!
Slapping herself hard twice, Li Lanlan grabbed her husband's wrist.
"Let's go, let's go upstairs and bring my daughter out!"
The fear she once held for her daughter had completely vanished at this moment. With these words, she took the lead in heading toward the other side of the door.
