The woman's eyes held a mesmerizing, hazy charm, the corners tinged red with teardrops hanging, her misty eyes tinted with the green of spring, her long hair reaching down to her waist, her smooth and soft back faintly visible.
He recognized at a glance that the woman in the painting was Shen Chuwei.
He also noticed that the man was unclothed.
The woman was dressed in a red undergarment, her form pressed tightly against the man in the painting...
He had never seen any master who could paint people so lifelike...
Lin Xian's throat tightened, he hadn't expected Shen Chuwei to show him such a painting, and without asking, he knew the people in the painting were Shen Chuwei and her husband, Xiao Jinyan.
Shen Chuwei leaned in, "Don't you think the man in the painting looks just like you?"
Lin Xian quickly closed the painting, guiltily lifting his head only to see the unpowdered face close at hand, beautiful and delicate, just like in the painting.