Gu Sheng's fingers clutching the sketchbook tightened relentlessly, pinching until they throbbed, alternately turning white and red.
"Why do you always linger like a persistent ghost?"
Previously, he had always been Yaoyao's first choice of subject for her drawings, but after you appeared, for four whole years, she didn't draw a single portrait of him...
Footsteps halted at the doorway; Gu Sheng turned around to see Gu Yao, standing there with her phone, nervously watching him holding the sketchbook.
Gu Yao tightened her grip on her phone as she looked at the sketchbook in Gu Sheng's hands.
It was unclear whether it was because that sketchbook evoked unhappy memories or because she was worried that Gu Sheng might lose his temper and tear it up.
A layer of gray gradually veiled the depths of Gu Yao's eyes.
She really shouldn't have brought that sketchbook with her.
