"It's all right." Ye Nianmo touched her head and suddenly laughed. "Just look at that picture and follow your heart."

Ding Yiyi can't laugh and cry, which can be done by looking at the painting, it's just too frightening.

Feeling her hand holding up, she looked aside, Ye Nianmo's eyes filled with warmth and encouragement.

"Let's start. Now that the bet is made, you won't regret it." The old man was smiling, and a trace of treachery flashed in his eyes.

The temperature in her palm made her less nervous. She took a step or two and looked up carefully at the three rhino horns on her head.

She walks...