Last night, I was suddenly interested in taking over, only to find that my style was surprisingly similar to Nan Mufeng's ex! Even I couldn't tell that these were works completed by two people.
Too similar, too similar! How can it be this similar?
Jian Xi instinctively raised her hand to touch her own face, questioning her identity for the first time: same name, same face, same art style... isn't this too much of a coincidence?
Even twins couldn't be this alike, right?
Ding dong—
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Ugh—"
Jian Xi frowned.
The sound she disliked the most was the doorbell!
The only ones who would ring her doorbell were Nan Mufeng or Li Qing! So early, it must be Li Qing, right?
Jian Xi pretended not to hear and continued to admire her artwork.
Ding dong, ding dong—
The doorbell kept ringing, incessantly interrupting Jian Xi's thoughts. She glared at the door, refusing to open it! Instead, she went to brush her teeth and wash her face first.
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