School Beauty's Invincible Martial Expert

Xiao Han was intensely serious; he furrowed his brow, sometimes pondering, sometimes swinging his arms as if he were walking at a brisk pace.

A serious man is the most handsome, a thinking man the most charming.

Liu Yiyi was also a girl who had never been in love because she was afraid. Suffering from a terminal illness, she dared not entertain the idea of love. She only hoped to leave this world quietly, to depart from this bustling world.

Today, she saw Xiao Han, so enchanting, so charismatic, and in that moment, she felt as if she had been submerged in it. Her eyes ceased to follow the painting board and instead, stared intently at Xiao Han's face, his eyes.

The serious Xiao Han appeared incredibly handsome, his smooth, pale face revealing sharp, handsome features; his deep, dark eyes shimmered attractively; his thick eyebrows, high nose, and exquisite lips proclaimed nobility and elegance. His rebellious eyebrows arched slightly upwards, under long, slightly curled lashes were eyes as clear as morning dew, his nose noble, his lips like rose petals, soft and tender, and his skin was fair.

In that moment, she felt Xiao Han enter the depths of her heart.

Although Liu Yiyi was stricken with a terminal disease, she was still a girl, a girl experiencing the first stirrings of emotion. Into her tranquil world had burst an attractive man, causing a ripple in the calm waters of her heart.

Time passed by, second by second. Slowly slipping away.

Xiao Han's brush in his hand continued to wave briskly as he constructed a grand world with his hand, bringing Liu Yiyi a new world and new hope with his brush.

The foundation had been laid, peaks rose, clouds parted, the dense layer of dark mountains at first glance resembled a majestic world.

"Mount Tai?" Liu Yiyi was somewhat surprised.

This was her first time seeing someone paint Mount Tai with such a technique, that dark world was indeed Mount Tai. Normally, people painted Mount Tai using a method of contrast.

Yet Xiao Han had employed a technique that seemed dangerously unstable. The rows of dark mountains piled up heavily. The painting did not look displeasing; on the contrary, because Xiao Han's foundation was very solid, the painting turned out to be quite splendid. His technique was mature, and although the painting was not yet complete, one could tell it was going to be an impressive work.

Xiao Han took a deep breath. He threw the brush in his hand and switched to a medium-sized brush, continuing to dance.

Laying foundations required time and ability. However, transitioning wasn't a time-saving process because if the transition wasn't done well, no matter how good the previous work was, it would be useless.

Medium-sized brush, cut, paint, dot, scrape…

His technique was very proficient, and his skills were distinctly unique. Liu Yiyi fully realized Xiao Han's prowess.

Xiao Han had forgotten everything. He painted with dedication, seeming to forget everything around him.

In the studio, all was quiet. Liu Yiyi held her breath, not daring to disturb Xiao Han. She hugged her chest with her hands, curiously watching Xiao Han.

Xiao Han, this guy, moved back and forth, his hands moving up and down, now to the left, now to the right. He was truly like a master artist. Liu Yiyi's heart was filled with admiration for him. She had not expected that Xiao Han played the Guzheng so wonderfully, that his traditional Chinese painting skills were so exquisite, and that he was even so adept at Western painting. Liu Yiyi's heart was touched; oh deity, must you be so cruel? At the endpoint of her life, to have discovered such an outstanding young man. Was it cruelty or the deity's mercy? To have brought such a charming and excellent boy into her life at this time.

Liu Yiyi felt deeply conflicted.

Two hours had passed, and Xiao Han was still immersed in the joy of painting.

For a painting, two hours was not a long time. Some famous paintings could even take years to complete. No doubt, the Mount Tai at sunrise Xiao Han was painting was quite large, and it wasn't finished in two hours.

However, now it had reached the stage of completion. Xiao Han's lips curled up in a smile, and he switched to a smaller brush.

Xiao Han suddenly stopped what he was doing. He turned his head towards Liu Yiyi, saying, "Can you tell what I'm painting now?"

"Mount Tai at sunrise!" Liu Yiyi replied with a sweet smile.

"Right!" Xiao Han nodded, saying, "It will be ready soon."

After speaking, Xiao Han sped up with his brush. The speed of his hand was now faster. The handling of some details was more heart-touching. A painting required a lot of time for the foundation because it needed to be conceived, and the first stroke is often the hardest to make. Then came the middle stage, a transitional phase where large and small color blocks had to be connected, and this demanded a middle handling to soften some hard color blocks. Finally came the detailing, the touches like leaves on trees, even mountain streams, and the sunlight…

Xiao Han gently dabbed some color on the sun's rays.

With this stroke, he added the finishing touch. Originally, the sun was red, but Xiao Han dabbed a bit of green on top. The colors merged, and quickly, the red sun turned into a golden sun, harmonizing beautifully with the pale yellow of the sky.

"Wow!" Liu Yiyi gasped in surprise.

"Finished!" Xiao Han dropped the brush in his hand.

Plip…

The brush smacked on the palette, splattering color. Xiao Han's white shirt was instantly stained with various colors. His face was also smeared with some red paint.

Pfft...

Liu Yiyi couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, saying, "Look at you, you've finished the painting, but you've turned yourself into a painted cat!"

"Hehe…" Xiao Han laughed awkwardly, saying, "I couldn't help it, so I accidentally ended up like this."

"Let me wipe it off for you!" Liu Yiyi quickly pulled out a wet wipe from nearby.

She hastily wiped Xiao Han's face with the wet wipe, cleansing the blotchy paint. It was the first time they had been so close to each other. Xiao Han looked down at Liu Yiyi; it was also the first time he saw such a beautiful side of her, those large eyes, double eyelids, her pupils were very dark, as pure and clear as a newborn baby's, one could see right into her heart.

Liu Yiyi was beautiful, with a stunningly gorgeous face, a very standard beauty's face, a perky nose, slightly upturned at the tip, and cherry lips that were rosy and luscious. It aroused a desire to kiss her.

Their eyes met. Achingly, Xiao Han felt an inner tumult.

It was the first time Liu Yiyi had locked eyes with a boy like this, her heart suddenly pounding, as if a little deer was bumping around inside.

Xiao Han gathered his courage, his head lowered, wanting to kiss her crimson lips.

"Ah..." Liu Yiyi hurriedly pushed Xiao Han away and then said awkwardly, "Xiao Han, you... you stepped on my foot."

"Ah?!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Han scratched his head awkwardly, appearing very embarrassed.

"You wipe it yourself!" Liu Yiyi handed the wet wipe to Xiao Han, saying, "I'll take a look at this painting."

"Okay!" Xiao Han nodded, a hint of disappointment that was not easy to erase flashing in his eyes.

Xiao Han felt very helpless and could only honestly wipe the paint off himself.

Liu Yiyi then earnestly began to admire Xiao Han's creation.

Xiao Han too lazy to wipe anymore, simply stood beside Liu Yiyi and said, "How about it? Still think I only boast?"

"Not anymore!" Liu Yiyi shook her head, saying, "I think your oil painting skills are more than just a level above mine!"

"Hehe, alright, just a little better," Xiao Han laughed.

"Xiao Han, maybe..." Liu Yiyi's face turned slightly red, saying, "You could teach me oil painting."

"Ah?" Xiao Han was stunned, saying, "This..."

"It won't take up your time." Liu Yiyi shook her head, saying, "You don't need to come teach me every day, just, when I encounter problems, I will ask for your help. Okay?"

"Yeah." Xiao Han nodded.

"Then... from now on, you're my teacher," Liu Yiyi giggled.

"Where can it be, just exchanging ideas," Xiao Han laughed.

At that moment, the maid entered and politely said, "Miss, it's time for your medication."

"Alright, I got it," Liu Yiyi's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

The maid immediately brought in the medicine. A small tray contained various kinds of medicines and a cup of water. Liu Yiyi glanced at Xiao Han, the joy from before instantly wiped away. She mechanically picked up the medicine, plucking one from the strip, then, holding a handful of pills—about fifteen or twenty in total. She took a deep breath, dumped the pills into her mouth, then picked up the water and swallowed them in one gulp.

The pills were too many; her face flushed red, seeming like some capsule pills were stuck in her throat.

Xiao Han quickly patted her back, saying, "Drink another big gulp of water."

Liu Yiyi obediently picked up the water glass and drank a big mouthful. The pills finally went down. She gasped for breath heavily, saying, "Almost... almost suffocated me."

"Are you alright?" Xiao Han asked.

"I'm fine!" Liu Yiyi shook her head, tears almost spilling from her eyes, she weakly sat down in a chair.

Seeing that Liu Yiyi had taken her medicine, the maid then left the studio.

The studio became quiet.

Liu Yiyi closed her eyes, and Xiao Han did not know what to say. He merely stood quietly, not speaking, scared that he would disturb Xiao Han.

After a long silence, Liu Yiyi finally spoke.

"Do you know why I have to take so many pills every day?" Liu Yiyi raised her head, looking at Xiao Han.

Xiao Han smiled but said nothing; he actually knew.

"Do you know why I don't have a single hair?" Liu Yiyi said with a faint smile.