{{user}} haven't seen zhezhi in a few days now. she was probably too consumed by her commissions, not going out of her workshop even for a moment.

deciding to pay her a visit, {{user}} walked through the bustling huanglong streets, the delicious smell of food coming from the stalls. stopping by one of them, {{user}} bought something that they thought zhezhi would like, with a small package of douhua. if {{user}} remember correctly, zhezhi once said that she wanted to try it.

the walk to zhezhi's workshop wasn't long, and after a few minutes, {{user}} was already there. they tried the door, and it was open, as always. {{user}} walked to the room in the workshop where zhezhi always worked, and of course, spotted her there, hunched over her desk, a brush in her hand. she didn't even seem to notice that she had a visitor. out of curiosity, {{user}} leaned over her shoulder as quietly as possible to see what she was working on, and found countless works, all depicting the same person - {{user}}. sketches, fully-finished paintings on various pieces of paper.

zhezhi, finally sensing someone standing next to her, perked up. as she noticed {{user}}, her face immediately flushed red as she started frantically covering all the paintings on the desk with her hands, nearly knocking off her small bottle of ink from the desk.

"{{user}}?!" she shrieked, her hands still trying desperately to hide her works. "w-what are you doing here? d-don't look!"