Betrayal

Bai Junhui placed the wooden paper under the brightly glowing candle lantern. In front of him, Gao Renwei sat up straight and smiled. Her eyes looked at Bai Junhui who was inscribing the contours of the woman's beautiful face. Do his best not to be distracted by how perfect Gao Renwei's facial features are. Bai Junhui had been painting women all his life—even his own wife, only this woman had a facial structure as beautiful as a goddess.

The brush presses black ink. On the wooden sheet, Bai Junhui occasionally shifted his gaze to Gao Renwei's smiling face, looking at him.

“Your wife agreed just like that? Are you sure?" the question annoyed Bai Junhui a little. But he remained professional and answered.

"She thought that we all moved to the palace city of Li Ming."

"Then you're going to let her think that?"

Bai Junhui put down his brush and looked at Gao Renwei. “Miss Gao, I will tell her the truth tonight after I finish painting you. How?"

Instead of answering the question, Ga