Sun Rain Chapter 21

(Part 1) At night, an easel stood abruptly by the bed, the light from the floor lamp illuminating the pale paper. A thin figure stood before the easel. The scratching sound of charcoal against paper was muffled by the wind outside. The window was open, and the cold air clashed with the warm currents inside, achieving a subtle harmony on the surface through their mutual ebb and flow. Beneath the calm, undercurrents surged. The moment Fu Xuanliao stood up, Shi Meng turned his head to look at him, like a…