“master”
The maid wanted to say that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready, but Zheng Qingfang glared at her, and she was so scared that she shut up quickly and her breathing slowed down.
Zheng Qingfang’s heart is itchy, but he dare not urge Carter, so he can only wait patiently.
Carter stood in front of the case, took a wolf’s hair, and after suspending the pen and lifting the ink, he began to paint on rice paper.
Brewing emotions? Compose the picture in your head? None of them exist.
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