In the room, Ye Ming had a sword in her hand and she was pointing her sword up, and while looking up, in her face there was no expression, and she stayed in that position for a while, before she heard a voice.
"It's enough."
Ye Ming took her sword down and a smile appeared on her face, she sprinted forward to where Rong Ying was.
"Fourth mother, show me how much you draw?"
Rong Ying perched on the wooden chair, her eyes scanning the canvas in front of her. An image of Ye Ming was taking shape on the page. A pencil nestled between her right thumb and forefinger as she added more definition to the half-formed portrait.
Ye Ming watched in awe as her fourth mother's pencil glided across the page, bringing Ye Ming's features to life. After only an hour, half of the portrait was complete and already it was a masterpiece. The lines were precise, and the shading was impeccable. Ye Ming couldn't believe that her fourth mother possessed such incredible artistic talent.
