Lin Xin rummaged through the stacked frames for a while.
The painter didn't interfere with him, allowing him to freely search through the piles of paintings and drawing paper.
At first, they were all landscape paintings, from mountains and rivers to planets, to the universe, to black holes, sun, and supernova explosions.
Everything was there.
The further down he went, the smaller the range became.
After Lin Xin turned over a dozen paintings, he finally found a so-called painting of a human head with a snake body among the ones at the bottom.
It was said to be a painting, but it was actually just an outline sketch in black and white, only black and white lines.
He held the painting in his hand, and the scroll wasn't even mounted; it was just a simple sheet of drawing paper.
Then, Lin Xin didn't do anything but quietly waited.
He had a premonition that the woman would come to him again, and she definitely would.
