Xiao Tiantian, like his name suggested, was a very delicate and beautiful person, apart from the fact that he was 1.89m tall. His face was sculpted like a work of art, and whenever Mum sees him, she would most certainly have the desire to draw a painting of him. And every time that happens, Dad would certainly appear with a disappointed look, and the final result would be Dad’s old face on the canvas.

I didn’t want to draw Xiao Tiantian. I saw him for the first time after...

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