C67 A Competition of Paintings

Bai Nianxi stood in the messy study and stared blankly at the painting that Ye Chunmei had dirtied.

There was only one day left until the date of the designer of the cover was confirmed. It was already too late to draw another one. Should she hand over the painting?

Bai Nianxi sighed. Her eyes were lifeless as she squatted on the ground and tidied up the study