"That's true, love is all about fate," Rong Ning responded.
Seeing Rong Qingqing full of energy, Rong Ning took her to her art studio to show her the paintings she had been working on recently.
Rong Ning couldn't help with matters related to Jixing. She preferred peace and seldom went out, spending most days painting in her studio. Sometimes she played music, or went to the flower and bird market, buying things to plant bit by bit, filling the large terrace.
As Rong Qingqing followed Rong Ning to the studio, she pondered whether Rong Ning, by dragging her—a total novice—to see paintings, must be feeling very lonely.
Qingqing couldn't appreciate paintings at all.
But as she approached the studio and saw the nearly completed painting on the easel, she froze in place.
"Did you paint Shen Jue and me?" Qingqing exclaimed in surprise.
Rong Ning smiled with eyes curved, "Yes."
