It was half past four in the morning.
It was still dark outside.
However, the diligent vendors had already started transporting the city's daily needs in, making it far from quiet.
With the last stroke completed.
Tang Qing finally finished the sketch that had taken all night. Looking at the massive painting that covered one wall of his room, he nodded in satisfaction. It was all in black and white, and he had no intention of adding color. Although full and vibrant colors are nice, they couldn't express the spirit of 'battlefield survival'. Black and white, life and death, good and evil, only these could be depicted thoroughly in black and white, especially the sense of vicissitude and ruin.
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