Currently, Han Zixin and An Xiulan were looking at other paintings. She stood before a certain painting, her eyes fixed on a figure in light pink Hanfu under the cherry blossom tree, staring at the blankness. The artist was so talented that she was left stunned by how the cherry blossoms and the girl's pink Hanfu were scattering like the petals of cherry blossoms.
"Do you like the painting?" A boy around their age asked her.
An Xiulan looked at the boy who was wearing a blue T-shirt and faded jeans and nodded her head.
"Do you want to buy this?" He asked.
An Xiulan looked at Han Zixin who raised his brow in return. He could tell how she stared at the girl with eyes filled with sadness but there was also a smile on her lips which was confusing him for some reason. He could tell what emotions she was feeling at this moment.
However, he knew that she liked the painting and didn't dissuade her from buying it.
