A Gift for Fang Yusheng

Fang Yusheng stared at the painting for a few seconds and looked surprised.

He was puzzled.

Why was this picture different from the tattoo on Qiao Jiusheng's leg?

What did that extra woman represent?

"The person the young monk looks up to was never a rose. It's me." Qiao Jiusheng's voice sounded behind Fang Yusheng.

Fang Yusheng turned around in surprise and saw Qiao Jiusheng.

Qiao Jiusheng was wearing a white long sweater, black jeans, and snow boots as she stood behind him.

Under the gentle light, Qiao Jiusheng's black hair was faintly covered in a layer of gentle light, making her look gentle and beautiful.

In fact, this person's beauty was sharp.

Qiao Jiusheng pointed at the girl in the wall painting and repeated, "The girl is me."

Fang Yusheng guessed that this would be the answer.

"Why weren't you on the tattoo at the beginning?"