C1041 How Magical

Gu Mingrui returned to his bedroom and took out the painting he had prepared for the past few days. He followed the little guy's thoughts and did not find any teachers for him. Most of the time, Pei Qingle came over to take a look.

Even under such circumstances, Pei Qingle could still see the little fellow's talent. Every painting he drew had his own thoughts and style. Holding it in his hand