Old Master Lu slowly opened the painting and saw darkness. In the dark room, there was a haggard figure drawing. She was sitting in front of the painting. The hand holding the brush was withered and yellow, which did not match the back of a twenty-something-year-old girl.
The drawing on the paper was of a girl who was more than ten years old. Only one face was drawn. Her eyes were exceptionally big and filled with vicissitudes of life and regret.
Fu Hanchuan stared at the back of the painting in disbelief.
The background in his dream and the face behind it belonged to Qin Sheng. It was very vicissitudes and did not have the spiritual energy of the present.
Fu Hanchuan's gaze fell on Qin Sheng. Qin Sheng's expression did not change. Fu Hanchuan was puzzled. How did Sheng Sheng paint this painting?
Lu Ming quickly sat back down. He touched his arm. "It's too sad."
