Wu Feng felt a shiver run down his spine as the woman's gaze landed on him, making him extremely uncomfortable, as if countless ants were crawling under his skin.
Yet, when he raised his head to look at the gentle smile on the woman's face, he subconsciously let down his guard, while his eyes flashed with longing and love.
This love was not the kind of love that two people of the opposite gender would feel, but more like the love that a son had for his own mother.
Slowly, this love became more and more intense, until finally, the clarity in Wu Feng's eyes completely disappeared.
When she saw this, the woman in the painting stretched out her hand, and although she was still inside the painting, a gentle hand seemed to pat Wu Feng on top of his head, comforting him like a mother would.
Feeling the woman's love, Wu Feng, who had now become muddle-headed, immediately reacted.
