Qin Hao spent over half an hour before finishing the painting.
Fan Ruobing admired the painting—the majestic mountains, the waterfall that resembled misty smoke, the quaint and unique thatched hut nestled in the mountains, and the elderly couple walking on the mountain path.
The focus of it all was on the elderly man and woman.
All the scenery served as a backdrop to the old couple who, though hunched over, walked hand in hand.
This was also the spirit of the painting.
As Fan Ruobing looked at it, she couldn't help but think of her own parents, wishing they hadn't divorced.
Giving her mother such a painting, it must carry a deeper meaning, right?
"Thank you, my mom should really like this," Fan Ruobing said to him.
Upon hearing his words, an idea flashed through Qin Hao's mind: why not give Li Moying a painting for her birthday?
His own painting skills were decent, presentable in public, and certainly better than giving some trite gift.