Bab 83: Chapter 79: The Poetry-Competing Prince

The ink on the painting board was still wet, and the Water Qilin knew that touching it now would smear the artwork.

She looked it over carefully, and the more she looked, the more she adored it, the fleeting impatience that disturbed her sleep earlier had vanished like smoke in thin air. Her beautiful eyes turned to Li Hao:

"Did you paint this for me?"

"Do you like it, Senior?"

Seeing the happiness in her eyes, Li Hao couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief and smiled, "If Senior likes it, then it's yours."

The Water Qilin flashed a smile, brightening the entire cold pond considerably. She laughed lightly:

"I didn't expect that among the Human Race there would be a painter as skilled as you. It's really quite good, it feels as if I am standing on the paper."

"As long as Senior likes it."

A painting is not just a copy; it involves artistic processing, like adding a filter, naturally it looks better.