She tried to recall what happened when Ya Molian saved her before, and to her surprise, she couldn't remember anything at all. Instead, all she could think about were the sketches in front of her eyes right now.
Lin Caisang: "…"
How long has it been since she last drew that she's become so obsessed?
"Whatever, I'll just give him these drawings. I already made him look more handsome in these sketches; what else could he want? Should I make him look ugly instead? Wouldn't that be like repaying kindness with ingratitude?"
Shaking her head, she felt that she was already very generous for keeping the idea of reciprocation in mind.
With that thought, she rolled up her drawings, tied them with a red thread for safekeeping. Whenever she got a chance, she would have her eldest brother deliver them to his adored Brother Molian.