The Hundred Days Promise: Conquering the Billionaires

Chapter 268 The Man Without a Face 7
She repeated slowly, her words were indifferent, without any emotion, but with a trace of stubbornness, just like the little girl who was silent and buried her head in painting before.

Yin Momo quickly came back to her senses and nodded quickly, "Okay, mom will get you the painting tools."

Although I don't know why she suddenly wants to draw, but she is willing to draw, rather than sitting all the time.

Yin Momo quickly asked someone to bring the painting tools, which Su Yumo was used to. Although she hadn't picked up a paintbrush for a year, those tools were well preserved without a trace of dust.

Su Yumo picked up a pencil casually, picked up the drawing board with the other hand, put it on her lap, lowered her head slightly, held the pen in one hand, and began to draw seriously.

Yin Momo looked at her from the side, trying to get her to say a few more words, but no matter how she tried to lure her, Su Yumo did not speak again.Yin Momo had no choice but to shut up, and stood quietly, watching her draw.

Her expression gradually became focused, her black eyes were dyed a little color, she was looking at the drawing board steadily, and her hand holding the pen was also casual and natural.

She drew very casually, as if with just a few strokes, the outline of a person appeared on the blank drawing paper.

Then, she drew the outline in detail, every place was extremely detailed and serious, and then she drew the hair, the half body, the graceful neck, and even the decorations of the clothes, which were lifelike , it can be seen almost at a glance that the person in her painting is Ji Jue.

Can………

Until she finished drawing, she still didn't draw eyes, nose, mouth, ears...

The man in the painting has no face.The face is blank...

A trace of surprise could not stop flashing in Yin Momo's eyes, she opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she couldn't utter a single word.

He could only watch helplessly as Su Yumo took away the completed drawing paper, laid out new blank drawing paper, and then... repeated the drawing just now.

As if tireless, empty repetitions, empty drawings, the room is slowly filled with drawing papers one after another, and on each paper, there is a silhouette of a man, such a handsome silhouette, But only the face is missing...

Why... is this so?

The shock in Yin Momo's eyes did not fade, but it became more and more intense. Another piece of drawing paper fell, and she stretched out her hand involuntarily, caught the piece of paper in mid-air, and held it in front of her eyes.

She clearly painted Ji Jue.

But why didn't she finish the painting, but left a blank space on the face.

Why... a man without a face?
Yin Momo's heart felt pains one after another.Perhaps, they all miscalculated, the pain that Xiao Yumo endured, they guessed, not even one percent.

Therefore, they could not untie her knot.

Can't make her really happy.

So... Could this painting be where her heart lies?

Does she still have hope, help her daughter, come out?

Yin Momo's whole body trembled slightly, her hands were clenched tightly, and the drawing paper in her hand was wrinkled into a ball.

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Time passed day by day, and from that day on, Su Yumo didn't let anyone see her, locked herself in the ward all day, and painted tirelessly every day.

Her paintings are extremely monotonous, all sketches, all of which are a man without a face.

It's just that the outline she drew was very detailed and detailed, as if the man was right in front of her eyes... beside her.

Her stomach is getting bigger and bigger, and her life is getting weaker and weaker.

(End of this chapter)