Bab 406: Chapter 407: The Menstrual Period is Late

The Four Seasons Park on the outskirts was charmingly fragrant.

Under a shady green trellis, a petite figure was painting. She had brought her easel and painting tools and chosen a view from a certain angle in the park, patiently and carefully painting the entire afternoon. Her hair was casually parted into two sections, tied with blue bows. She wore denim overalls, full of youthful vitality, but her small face showed unusual determination and stubbornness.

Cherish Turner's hand holding the paintbrush paused, as she gazed at the refined scene in the distance, copying it in her mind. She picked up the palette and began to mix the colors. However, she couldn't seem to get the color she wanted, and couldn't help feeling frustrated.

She decided to put down her palette and take a break in the middle.