Until Ding Hao and others disappeared into the distance, the Confucian-robed young man suddenly sighed softly.

His eyes, with confusion and disappointment, slowly withdrew from Ding Hao's back and fell back on the painting board in front of him. He raised the brush in his hand and didn't know where to put it. On the white paper, there was only Ding Hao's back, which was the scene when Ding Hao and the others left just now. But he didn't have any inspiration to outline ...