In the middle of the night, Pu Sangzhi just couldn't sleep.
Latter, she simply gave up on sleep, got up, and threw on a coat before sitting down at the desk.
On the desk, the warm yellow desk lamp was turned on, illuminating the room.
Under the light of the lamp, Pu Sangzhi took out a sketchbook and a pencil, and quietly began to draw.
Because in her mind, the image of Huo Feng kissing her was persistent. Thus, Pu Sangzhi quietly began to sketch this long-contemplated scene in her mind.
Her drawing skills were quite good.
In just a moment, the pristine sketchbook was outlined with a simple setting and contours.
The alley, the front of her house, her on the steps, him below the steps...
Her outfit for the day, as well as his attire, the height difference between them... and so on and so forth, details took shape under her pencil, turning into a drawing that evoked memories.
