It was a watercolor painting, with a vibrant and fresh background, lush green mountains and forests, and an adorable fluffy squirrel crouched on a branch.
The protagonist was a little girl who burst out from the woods.
She wore a black martial arts attire, with a conical hat casting a shadow over her forehead, making her big eyes appear bright and clear.
Her small mouth was tightly pursed, exuding a sense of coldness typical of those in the Jianghu. Her little hand held a sword, its tip stained with blood, with a drop falling onto a flower below.
The bright red flower almost merged with that drop of blood.
Tuanzi slowly opened her mouth.
The painting was already framed.
After the surprise, Tuanzi pressed her face against the glass, squishing her soft cheeks around.
"Miaomiao really loves this painting! It's so wonderfully done!"
