An Artwork of A White Crane

After being horrendously ravaged, An Lin finally accepted his fate and lay on the ground with an expression filled with despair.

Lin Junjun's beautiful features appeared in front of his eyes again. Even though she wore an enchanting smile, in An Lin's eyes, her expression looked akin to the sinister smile of the devil.

"Did my artworks make for good viewing for Mr. An?" Lin Junjun asked with a smile.

"Master Tianyu's artworks are so profound and exquisite, they are truly unmatched by anyone!" An Lin feebly continued with his words of praise.

"That's good to hear, I actually have one last piece of art for you to critique." Her voice was soft and mellow like a gently flowing creek, but An Lin couldn't help but shiver at the sound.

He almost leaped up in fright. "There's still more!?"

Lin Junjun's brows furrowed slightly. "Why, you don't like my art?"