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At this moment, the hand holding the brush trembled, and a little bit of ink almost fell off the tip of the brush onto the drawing board.

A pair of warm, dry hands gently took the paintbrush from her hand and placed it in its box.

Ren Jiya wiped her tears away, took the painting off the shelf, put away her drawing board, and prepared to leave.

Gu Yenan followed closely behind her