Chapter 199 Making A Pit

• Several snowflakes fell in faint dots. Susan was sketching a plan on the stool behind Wayne, who was sketching on the painting. She would occasionally breathe into her palm. "I am such a blockhead! You must be freezing to be here outside with me. Give me your hands, please. Wayne remarked, his voice laced with anxiety, "I'll warm you up a little." And then he approached Susan. But she pushed her hand inside her pocket and sidestepped his hand as he sought for it.
• Then she put on a smile and said, "It's all right. My hand will warm up later once I put it in my pocket. Given Susan's determination, Wayne decided not to pursue the issue further. "I'm done with my sketching, Susie," he remarked, grinning back at her. Would you want to have a look? He then showed Susan his sketch without waiting for her response. When Susan glanced at it, she saw that he had been drawing her all along. She was seated on a stool in the drawing, staring at the plan she was holding.
• Her expression was one of concentrated concentration, which made her appear cool and sophisticated. However, the snowflakes that fell on her softened this impression. shoulders. The whole drawing was quite beautiful. The colors used and the shading were ideal. It really was a masterpiece. "Do I look that good?" Susan was taken aback. "Believe me, Susie. Wayne said, "You look a hundred times better than the drawing," with an odd glow in his eyes that Susan was unable to decipher. At first, Susan was enjoying looking at the sketch.