Chapter 36 our great hero is back.

Aya Frost still has the innocence of a child. Her eyes shine when she speaks, and she talks a lot unconsciously. Probably dealing with difficult people, Margaret Henson was rarely relaxed when she was with her. She looked at Aya Frost's painting and never made a sound. Aya Frost, pen in hand, sighed. I didn't expect Margaret Henson to really give any constructive advice, but I saw her suddenly take the pen beside her and make a few changes on the drawing paper. The original lack of vitality of the picture came to life in an instant, even the brush strokes are alive. Her eyes widened unconsciously, and she raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. You.. You just changed the color, right? My God, it's like a new one. Did you study painting, too? So skilled to move the pen, as well as the way to adjust the color, a look is very expert. Margaret Henson nods and puts the brush dow