C97 The Ink Became a Painting

After standing on the drum, Zhao Sitong glanced around. For some reason, just a single glance made everyone feel an invisible pressure. They couldn’t help but quiet down.

Two staff members stood on both sides with ink and brushes.

Zhao Sitong slowly squatted down and closed her eyes quietly like a sleeping child. The scene was so beautiful that no one could bear to break it