That evening, Mo Roulan didn't even get to know when the office hours ended.
She was so indulged in the drawing that she didn't even raise her head when the door was opened and a figure shadowed her.
There was a long silence in the room as Mo Roulan used the pencil on the white paper.
A moment later, a hand suddenly held her hand and guided her to make the curve she had wanted to make but was unable to make it properly.
"Not like this…draw it this way."
Mo Roulan's eyes flickered with realization and she understood how it needed to be drawn. Filled with joy, she raised her head to look at the person who taught her this new thing but was startled when she saw He Jian.
She should have actually recognized him by his voice.
"Mr. He…"
