Su Qing entered the young girl's room.
The room was very big.
Yet it felt small.
Because painted scrolls were everywhere.
The images on these scrolls were all indistinct.
Their colors were especially vibrant.
They hung on the walls.
The girl herself was dressed in stain-resistant clothes, her face and hands smudged with paint.
She frowned every time.
She would think for a long time before putting brush to paper.
It was a form of stubbornness.
She was already tall, around 1.7 meters in height.
Su Qing studied her paintings.
These paintings weren't of the scenery on the Jianmu.
They didn't seem to be landscapes at all.
The paint was applied thickly, and she didn't render any fine details.
Just rough impressions.
...
The girl still paused to think for a long time after each stroke.
He could tell.
The paints were all made from natural pigments.
They must have cost a fortune.
The girl's parents treated her well.
Su Qing saw some books on a table.
*The Reincarnator*
