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Soong Xijiao followed Ling Ziqing into the room and saw an unfinished painting on the table. It was of a woman walking in the wind and snow, and although it was just her back, but that familiar brocade robe was the exact same bun as hers, making it impossible for her to pretend that she didn't recognize it.

"Young Master Ling, this …"

"Don't worry, I'm only drawing to pass the time