When he got the painting, Chu Tian immediately used his technique to return to the time when the painting was created.

It was really that small room, it was night, and there was not a single light outside the small window. You can also hear the wind blowing outside the house. Carry the wind and the rain.

It was as if the wind was a little stronger, and the room would be lifted.

The rain crackled on the roof, like a dense sprinkling of beans. The roof that had been in disrepair for a long time was still a little leaky, and a drop of rain fell in front of Chu Tian.

A candle burning to the end on the low table, and a thin figure in the dim candlelight is intoxicated by the world of the pen.

Dumb girl!

Chu Tian approached the small table, and the person who painted was a mute girl. There was no one else around.

She was still wearing the tattered clothes that Chu Tian had seen earlier, but her expression was still radiant. She carefully painted the girl watching the rain in the painting,

Chu Tian looked at her in disbelief.

She smiled shallowly, as if she was the girl in the painting, watching the magnificent rain. The brush fell on the fingertips of the girl in the painting, and she exhaled a long breath and smiled even more happily, as if she had finished the painting.

Tick, tick, two drops of rain fell on her feet. She seemed to realize that she was in this room and it was raining outside.

She moved the table forward in a panic, nervously looking at her painting, for fear that the rain would fall on the paper.

After making sure there was no other leak that might have wet the painting, she looked back at the leak.

There was no trace of gloom on her pure face, and she reached out to probe the falling raindrops.

Suddenly, he smiled, this smile was playful and cute, with a hint of pride.

She immediately picked up the pen and opened a golden rose in the woman's hand.

She put down her pen and cherished the painting. Carefully laying it aside, a moment later, he took a blank piece of paper and began to copy the painting.

She paints with great earnestness, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, and her back straight, as if it were a solemn thing.

Chu Tian looked at her, she didn't rest for a moment, and she didn't even move a single step of her legs.

Sitting on the ground, in such a posture, for so long, the legs must be numb.

The candle flickered and burned out. She frowned unhappily and looked around, as if trying to find a candle, but found nothing. She finished the whole painting, copying only halfway through it.

She carefully spread the two paintings on the table, took the candle and got up.

They stumbled and fell, pouting and rubbing her legs. It should have been sitting for too long and my legs were numb.

She picked up the candle and looked at it carefully, and smiled again, as if she was happy that the candle still had a small section to support herself in bed and make the bed.

The house gradually darkened, and the time limit for Chu Tilt's spell had arrived. She closed her eyes and opened them again and returned to Lou's mansion.

Chu Tian looked at the painting in front of him in disbelief, his eyes widened, and his eyes were wet. A terrifying possibility lingered in her mind.

She frowned, biting her lip as she thought back to the various paintings she had seen scattered on the ground that day.

There are pavilions and pavilions, and there are beautiful views of mountains and rivers. Although they are like the world, they are better than the world.

It is so similar to the world, it turns out that she has never seen the beauty of the world, and the world she writes about is all her imagination.

What a talented girl, and what a hateful thing, the painting of the dumb girl was taken by the eldest prince in this way and became his own famous work.