LUO YAN was staring at the picture on his phone. It was the picture of the drawing that he picked up earlier. He took a picture of it before returning it to Yu Jiao. It was actually kind of funny when he returned it to her earlier.
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"Yu Jiao, wait!" Luo Yan called to the girl who looked like she was being chased by an axe murderer or something. "You drop something!"
That seemed to make her stop.
Luo Yan used that time to catch up to her. He smiled and handed her the paper with the sword drawing. "Here."
When she saw the paper, she seemed to visually freeze. Like her whole body just became rigid and stiff. She took the paper – no, snatched would probably be the better term – with a trembling hand. "D-did you look inside?"
"Yes. It was such a nice sword. Very detailed," Luo Yan praised, not bothering to lie about it. "You definitely have a talent in drawing."
