Shao He glanced sideways at him and saw him folding the paper he had just written on.
"I don't think I've ever drawn a portrait of you. How about I draw one for you?"
"Why the sudden idea to draw my portrait? You still haven't fully recovered from childbearing. Why don't we wait until you've gotten over your cold?" Shao He asked, tilting her head.
Pei Huaian seemed a bit strange tonight, saying some inexplicable things, which made her feel somewhat uneasy.
Could something have happened? Otherwise, why would he act this way?
Pei Huaian shook his head firmly, "No, right now."
Unable to argue with him, Shao He could only sit down by the window, with her hands propping up her cheeks, gazing at Pei Huaian.
By this time, the night had grown deep, and the moonlight shone through the window, filling the room and casting a faint silvery glow over them.
With Pei Huaian's last stroke, a "Beauty Picture" appeared on the rice paper.
