Chapter 503 Only Worth One

I sprang to my feet and stared intently at the painting that the staff was unscrolling slowly. The painting was preserved very well. Subsequently, the blooms under the autumn moonlight and the back of someone missing her mother were then revealed right before my eyes. That was the painting I painted stroke by stroke as I wept during a rainy night when I missed my mother. I cast my gaze into the crowd, and sure enough, I spotted Crystal sitting right in the middle. When she saw me looking at her, she flashed me a wide grin. Then, she gave me a thumbs-up which she then inverted provocatively.