"Is the woman in the painting who looks like she's been… Chen Yao?"
"It is indeed, her. If you look closely at the face, it's a perfect match."
"No wonder Sister Yao put so much emphasis on this painting. She even had me bring clothes from Ping Zhou. This painting is simply too beautiful!"
"The beauty the artist portrays is so different from what you can create with Photoshop!"
In just a few minutes, Qiao Qiao's emotions had shifted from initial curiosity to envy.
She was initially here to oversee the process, but now she also wished to be painted.
She wanted to voice her desire but was afraid it would distract Li Shi, who was immersed in his painting. So, she decided to be patient.
Li Shi was aware of Qiao Qiao standing behind him. He could smell her perfume, but he didn't let it distract him. He was solely focused on perfecting the details. After about twenty more minutes of creating, he finally stopped when he felt nothing more needed to be added.