C75 Map of Bamboo Shoots after Rain

Because he had a deep memory of this brush, he didn't hesitate at all after he finished writing. The tip of the brush danced like the wind on paper, just like when Yun Wanqiu was painting.

Yun Wanqiu sat gracefully on a rattan chair, watching him paint, a glass of fresh orange juice in her hand. The corner of his mouth held a faint smile