Yueyao looked back at Teacher Wen's courtyard and revealed a look of acceptance with a smile. In her past life, she had always wished to become an apprentice under Teacher Wen, yet he never took any notice of her. Now that she had let go of such thoughts, it was Teacher Wen who had shown interest. Truly, the ways of the world were ever-changing.
After Yueyao left, Qingsheng, watching Teacher Wen intently gazing at the painting Yueyao had drawn, tentatively called out, "Teacher... "
Wen Chengxiang came back to his senses and, pointing at Yueyao's painting, asked, "What do you think?"
Qingsheng, his face flushing, replied, "I am not as good as the Third Miss of the Lian Family." Yueyao, with but a few strokes, had outlined the shape of the tea set. Although she did not continue the drawing, those few strokes alone were sufficient to reveal the depth of her skill. As much as he was reluctant to admit it, he could not deny this fact.
