The Professor nodded, his gaze fearless.
Lin Chuqiao pondered for a moment and agreed, then took a large sheet of white paper and colorful drawing pencils, spreading them out on the coffee table.
First, she took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, adjusting her breathing to gradually calm her mind and empty all distractions.
A few minutes of meditation passed.
Finally, she suddenly opened her eyes.
At that moment, it seemed as if her eyes were sparkling with stars, emitting a mysterious light that exuded a transcendent aura.
It was as if her soul had freed itself from the confines of the flesh, crossing the barriers of time and space, entering a magical and profound spiritual visionary state.
Simultaneously, her hand holding the pencil began to tremble slightly, as though channeling a mysterious current, summoned by an unknown realm.
The pencil in her hand then glided lightly across the white paper.
At first, it was just a few tentative strokes.
