However, Manbao had little self-awareness in this regard. She believed her drawing was still alright. At a rough glance, the person still resembled the original.
Manbao placed the two drawings side by side for comparison. As she looked at them, the bright smile on her face slowly faded, "Why does it feel like I drew it a bit fatter?"
Bai Shan couldn't help but say, "That's more than just a bit fatter."
Manbao slapped her palm down, "As long as the facial features haven't changed, can't you tell it's the same person?"
Bai Shan, lacking the courage to disagree, smiled flatteringly, "I can tell, I can tell, it's quite representative."
The next day, Bai Shan quietly made another copy. The one Manbao drew was hidden away in his drawer.
Zhou Wulang and Daji took the portrait without saying much, agreeing to pass it on. Tang He, however, couldn't resist asking, "Who is this person?"
Bai Shan pondered briefly before smiling, "An old acquaintance."
