Hong Xue rested her flower-patterned umbrella on her shoulder, standing in front of Duan Rong, who carefully examined her eyebrows under the lamplight.
Hong Xue noticed Duan Rong's focused gaze on her, and two flushes of red unconsciously appeared on her cheeks.
She felt shy.
Looking at Hong Xue, Duan Rong found himself in great spirits.
This is the kind of client he needs to serve. If they all were like Jiang Qingyu and Lan Ying, his painstakingly developed skills would be a waste of genius.
Holding a brush, Duan Rong diligently sketched, occasionally glancing at Hong Xue and pausing pensively.
Not only was Duan Rong looking at Hong Xue, but she also watched him in fascination.
Despite Duan Rong's unassuming appearance, his focused demeanor and his eyes gleaming with calmness made Hong Xue momentarily dazed.
This time, Duan Rong painted even more attentively than the previous two times.
This felt like his professional showcase; the previous works relied on clever tricks.
