Shen Li didn’t speak again. She could feel the ink and wash depressed. She silently walked beside the man and gently took off the man’s shoes. Tears of distress could not help but turn under her eyes.
"Am I really inferior to my cousin?" There is a deep unwillingness in the muffled sound of ink painting. "You think too much!" Shen Li bent down and picked up the blind stick. "In my heart, you are always the best!" Sadness and anger are all things that need to be vented. I sat up…