"Apart from you, there's nothing else worth painting."
Ye Ji held a brush in one hand and her hand in the other, their fingers interlocked: "I was never someone with much leisure."
Because of her, life gained new hues and gradually became more enchanting.
"I'm glad you said that," Ah Chen snuggled next to him, smiling at him.
Ye Ji felt warmth in his heart and took the opportunity to say, "There's nothing much happening recently. Why don't you stay a while longer here? That way, I won't have to go to Si Jiu Hall every day, you know. That place might hold my body, but my heart flies to you; it's hard to endure."
"Sure," Ah Chen answered. It had indeed been busy these years, leaving little time to be with him.
It was only right to spend some time with him.
Ye Ji's lips curled up in delight, momentarily so pleased that he stood there in a daze.
"Hurry up and finish the painting," Ah Chen urged.
He immediately picked up the brush again.
