The clue obtained once again ended abruptly, causing Yan Xiaye's heart to sink sharply.
As if suddenly losing all her strength, she silently put away the sketch, and with difficulty softly said, "It's okay, I want to try to find the person in this portrait. If you dream about him again, could you please bring me a frontal portrait?"
Although a guess could be made from a side profile sketch, the presence of scars or tattoos on the other half of the man's face in the portrait could greatly increase the difficulty of the search.
"Okay, I only brought this to see if you recognize him. If you plan to look for someone, I will find a way to help you with the money."
Before Yan Xiaye could decline, Qin Yiren firmly shook her head: "Xiaye, I'm not helping you, I'm helping myself."
"…Thank you."
"Don't thank me, I have always been the one owing you."
