Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow and peered into the art studio. Upon seeing the figure seated in front of the easel, she silently made her assessment—
Tall and straight back, add one point.
Wen Qiao walked in and continued her observation.
With each step she took, the young man's face became clearer.
Clean and smooth facial features in profile, add five points.
He held a paintbrush in his hand, doodling something on the paper, seemingly oblivious to the activity behind him.
Focused and serious about his work, unaffected by external disturbances, not bad at all.
Wen Qiao nodded appreciatively, then added four more points.
Wen Qiao glanced at the drawing paper; the landscape depicted was a corner of the scenery outside the studio window.
She stood behind for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward, pointed her finger at a spot on the paper, and said, "Here, wouldn't yellow be a little better?"
