The girl's eyes looked farther away.

If possible, she would not want to be locked up in a dark palace since childhood and learn those complicated and boring rules.

If possible...

Jiang Ling's body suddenly trembled.

She realized later that she had such treacherous thoughts.

Ji Fusheng walked to her bedside, looked down at the girl in the bed tent through the light curtain. She didn't know what she was thinking, and her lips were pursed very tightly.

The gauze covered the sun's shadow in a hazy state, making her face extremely white.

She is like a flower.

A fragile, pitiable flower.

From the first moment she woke up, Ji Zheng felt sorry for her.

Seeing that she was still hesitant.

The man suddenly raised his lips and smiled.

His voice was slow and his tone was lazy, but there was a unique gentleness to it.

"Madam likes my paintings, and naturally knows that I don't like to paint people, but like to paint still lifes. Mountains, water, trees, wood... No flower can be bound by a painting, no matter how small it is. Blooming with gorgeous spring flowers.”

Ji Zheng looked at her.

"This is how people should be."

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Chapter completed!