C162 Writing a Painting

She pointed at the stool, and I knew she was gonna let me sit.

I sat down at the table. On the table, there was paper, a pen, and ink and ink.

I pointed at these and then looked at her.

She nodded in agreement. She was really smart. With one finger, she knew that I was going to draw.

Picking up the brush, I thought about Qiqige's appearance and then hid the plum blossom on my forehead