Because he was holding her hand, the lines she drew weren't very smooth, but at least her hand wasn't shaking anymore.
Mu Yan looked at the flowers gradually taking shape on the paper, and her heart suddenly felt enlightened.
Look, her hand wasn't shaking anymore, she could paint again.
Gradually, Jiang Jingheng let go of her hand, and Mu Yan was initially a bit uncomfortable, but she slowly got the rhythm on her own.
After about half an hour, the paper was filled with blooming flowers.
Although the correction marks were a bit heavy, the painting skills were quite good.
Mu Yan let out a breath of relief, looked at Jiang Jingheng, and said, "It's been a while since I last painted, my hand feels a bit unfamiliar."
"Take your time, there's no rush," Jiang Jingheng said softly.
"Mm." Mu Yan nodded.
"Is your hand tired?" He gently massaged her left hand.
Mu Yan originally wanted to say no, but seeing his pained expression, she whispered, "It's quite sore."
