Under the cover of darkness, the person's face was indiscernible, only identifiable by their voice.
It was a woman, with a strong presence.
"But I don't know you..."
"You will..."
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The night would eventually pass, and dawn would arrive.
Jian Xi sat on the balcony, admiring the sunrise over the sea. Her delicate hands rested on the railing, and the morning breeze, carrying the scent of the ocean, hit her face, feeling extremely comfortable.
Now was the perfect moment to paint.
Jian Xi went back inside and dragged out her suitcase. The twenty-inch case contained only a simple set of clothes for changing, the rest of the space filled with tools and materials for painting!
Ah, there was no helping it; recently, she'd been pushed so hard by Cheng Ling that she had to carry this box of tools everywhere she went.
Whenever she thought of owing someone ten paintings, her head ached.
She arranged her tools on the balcony and began painting the seascape.