It was snowing heavily and there were not many people on the bus.
Shen Xi turned her head, lowering her chin to look at the snow outside the window.
When she got home, she had to build a snowman for the big boss. She would make a snow sculpture in his likeness.
When she thought of this, she happily took out her sketchbook and technical pen from her school bag, and began to sketch a draft.
The young lady sitting next to her inadvertently glanced over, watching as Shen Xi drew a few strokes and sketched the image of a handsome man on the paper. She could not hide her amazement.
Oh my god!
This little beauty was too talented!
The drawing was too beautiful!
"Miss, are you a painter?" The lady thought that Shen Xi must be a very big-name artist.
"No." Shen Xi shook her head.
"Which celebrity are you drawing?" The lady was very talkative. It was the first time she had seen such a good-looking man.
