The door to the house outside opened, and after the rustle of footsteps, she heard a bitterly disappointed voice, "She's gone."
"I already know." Zhang Yuan replied indifferently, her hand did not pause from the drawing she was working on.
The footsteps quietly approached her, looking at the figure on the sheet of paper, he chuckled, "Zhang Yuan, I once doubted your sexual orientation."
"Get lost," Zhang Yuan uttered with a grin, her hand continuing to move smoothly across the paper, "I'm just used to only having her in my drawings."
Without a doubt, the person Zhang Yuan was referring to was Su Nian. She used to often accompany Su Nian in drawing in the public square of Paris. Over time, Su Nian's various hobbies had a significant influence on her. Eventually, her sketching skills improved tremendously, but all this time, she had been drawing Su Nian.
