Zhou Ning opened his eyes and found that his arm had gone numb. He got up to shake his arm, noticing Xia Momo was still working on her drawing. Zhou Ning walked over and stood behind her, yawning.
On the computer screen in front of Xia Momo, the portrait of a woman had appeared, but according to Zhou Ning's aesthetic, the girl was more heroic than delicate.
"Have you been doing this all night? Why not take a break?"
Yawning seemed contagious, as Xia Momo covered her mouth and yawned too.
"Indeed, I'm tired. I've been trying to blend Shi Mingchen's features with those of the woman in the photograph to come up with this result. If we could find a photo of her mother, I think the resemblance would be more accurate, given that from the photograph of Shi Yun, her facial bone structure isn't very similar to Shi Mingchen's."
"So, you mean she resembles Doctor Yun?"
Xia Momo nodded, and Zhou Ning, looking at her bloodshot eyes, felt a pang of pain.