You think I'm dead?(1)

Zhao Xiaolu's heart skipped a beat. A trace of darkness seemed to have drilled into her heart.

She met Yin Shaojie's eyes.

He suddenly felt a sense of anticipation, the kind of anticipation that his daydream would come true.

If she admitted that the painting was hers, would he treat her differently?

Would he like her like what the posts on the forum said?

Even if it was only a one in ten thousand chance, it had already planted a seed of extravagant hope in her heart.

Zhao Xiaolu's hands clenched into fists. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

"I ..."

Everyone was looking at her.

This was the first time she had received such attention, and it made her very nervous.

However, before she could say another word, someone interrupted her.

"Of course it's her! Young master Jie, these were all drawn by Xiaolu!"

A figure came from behind and hugged Zhao Xiaolu's arm excitedly.

It was her roommate!