C171 Waiting for You at Home

I couldn't write for a long time with a brush in my hand. Although I had a lot of thoughts about Qiu Linyan's eyes in my mind, I tried to draw one. The effect was very stiff, as if it was something from a textbook.

It was very normal, especially stiff, without any charm or inner feeling. I tore off the painting that I had drawn, and a bitter smile appeared on my face.

In the end