PPS Chapter 144

"Ah Yi, get some sleep." Mo Jincheng watched Chu Zhaoyi complete the last stroke, sighing softly. He could sense Chu Zhaoyi's exhaustion and distraction, but this painting was exceptionally meaningful to him. Even if it was only a formal completion, it gave him a sense of satisfaction. Mo Jincheng reached out to touch the undried oil paint, his fingertip hovering above the crack that ran through the sea of roses. The sound of the paintbrush falling to the ground shattered the frozen space. Chu…