Czech had been painting for half the day, but finally, Qinghe's laughter made it impossible for him to continue. He stared at her in bewilderment, wondering what amusing thing she had thought of to laugh so loudly.
Even Qinghe felt that she was acting a bit like a lunatic, laughing incessantly for no reason. She gave Czech a sheepish smile, apologizing for disturbing his painting. She glanced at his sketchbook, gesturing for him to continue without minding her.
The image of her smiling as beautifully as a blossoming flower stirred something in Czech, sparking excitement in his eyes. He hurriedly flipped to a new page in his notebook and, bowing his head, began to draw rapidly with his pen. Being a painter, he enjoyed capturing all the beautiful things in the world, especially those with a soul or those that were alive.
