Now with some free time and nothing else to do, she might as well paint some more.
But once seated at the table, with a pen in hand, Jiang Ran didn't quite know where to start.
Designing sketches also requires inspiration.
It's not like copying an article—picking up a pen and copying without any thought.
After sitting and pondering for a while and still having no inspiration, Jiang Ran simply gave up.
After all, there's no rush; she could always wait until later, when inspiration strikes, to paint.
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Pei Yang rode his bicycle out the door, pedaling at a leisurely pace with the sunlight on his back and a gentle autumn breeze hitting his face.
On the roadside, fallen yellow leaves lay scattered, and the trees were almost bare, leaving only shiny, sunlit branches.
Many people sat under the trees, chatting leisurely with those beside them and basking in the sun.
When the weather was hot earlier, during times like this, barely anyone would be on the roadside.
