Begging For A Reconciliation

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Chapter 270 The Beauty of Love

Leah was eager to try, but her enthusiasm faded when she saw Han beside her.

If she left, no one would take care of Han.

Just as she hesitated, Han reached out and held Leah's hand but let go the next moment.

Han's thin lips parted, and his voice was full of magnetism, "If you like it, go ahead and challenge it."

Uncertain, Leah asked again, "Can I do it?"

Seeing Han nod, she walked toward the center of the crowd.

Leah rolled up her shirt sleeves and approached the young man, indicating for him to hand over the

paintbrush.

The young man snorted, noticing Leah's good looks and ethereal demeanor, and thought she could not

possibly know how to paint.

"I'm telling you, this paintbrush and paint are very expensive. If you don't paint well, you'll have to pay

for my materials."

He did not go far and stood with his arms crossed across Leah.

It just so happened that his business was not doing well today, and now a fool had come.

Leah touched the bristles of the brush, which were rough. She estimated that her painting would be a

mess.

"Is that so? You bought this brush for 9.9 dollars at a bargain sale?"

She loved drawing so much in high school that she saved up for a long time to buy this type of brush.

Although it was difficult to use, it was her first paintbrush, so she treasured it.

She did not look down on people who used this type of brush, but using it to deceive people was

something she absolutely could not tolerate.

The young man who was suddenly exposed also felt a little embarrassed, urging Leah to start painting

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quickly.

"Just paint this rockery."

Painting people was simple, someone only needed to capture their features, but landscape painting

was the most difficult. Not only did someone have to paint the form, but also the charm.

Leah followed the young man's direction and saw a huge rock standing in the center of the park.

"Okay."

Leah picked up the paintbrush and started painting.

In just over ten minutes, the painting was finished.

Leah took the sketch from the easel and handed it to the young man, raising her eyebrows and asking

with a smile, "How is it?"

The young man saw that the lines in the sketch were soft but also conveyed the grandeur of the

rockery. It was his first time seeing such a simple yet complex painting.

He was about to yell out words of praise, but when he saw the smile on Leah's face, he held back.

"It's just okay," he said with a sneer.

Onlookers who admired the painting took the sketch from the young man's hand and began passing it

around in the crowd.

"This painting is not simple."

"It takes decades of practice to paint like this."

"Maybe it's a gift from Gods."

"Young man, just admit defeat."

"A real man should be able to admit defeat."

The young man standing not far away was embarrassed by the comments of the onlookers.

Reluctantly, he took several red bills from his pocket and handed them to Leah.

"Take it then."

Leah pushed the money back and said, "No, thank you. I'm just trying to have some fun. Sorry to have

interrupted your business."

Before the young man could retort, she continued, "You should use that money to buy a good

paintbrush. Your painting skills are not bad."

She then took Han and left the crowd.

Leah strolled with Han on the pebble path when a weathered voice called, "Excuse me, Miss."

Leah turned around to see an older adult with wrinkles looking at her.

"I saw your painting earlier. It was quite good," he said.

Leah stood still, smiling shyly.

Although she was a well-known designer and had received numerous accolades for her work, this was

the first time an older adult had given her such sincere praise.

"I have a request that you can grant. I'd like you to paint a portrait for me," the old lady said, afraid that

Leah would refuse. She quickly added, "I'll pay you for your work. You won't be painting for free."

Leah rubbed her hair and said, "I'm not good at painting portraits."

She rarely painted portraits.

"It's okay. I trust you. I came to the park today to ask that young man to paint for my spouse and me,

but I ran into you instead," the old lady said earnestly.

Her sincerity made Leah reluctant to refuse. She crouched down and looked at Han. "Can you wait for

me?"

Han replied coldly, "I'll wait for you."

The old lady then took Leah and Han to a park corner.

She approached the person in the wheelchair, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Look whom I've

brought. She's an artist who will paint for us."

The older man in the wheelchair slowly opened his eyes, which were cloudy but gentle. He glanced at

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Leah before turning away, smiling. He was satisfied with his wife's arrangement.

The old lady wiped her teary eyes and looked at Leah. "Sorry for making trouble."

"It's no trouble," Leah replied.

With that, the old lady stood behind the wheelchair, smiling with happiness and contentment.

Moved by the scene, Leah took out her painting brush and easel, sat beside them, and started painting.

It was until the sun went down and the pale yellow sunlight spilled on Leah that she put away her brush

and looked at her work on the draft with satisfaction.

The old lady looked at it for a long time, then excitedly took Leah's hand. "You painted it so well. You

captured us perfectly. My husband had this gentle look in his eyes when he was young."

The old lady seemed immersed in her memories and talked much about the past with Leah.

Leah learned that the older man in the wheelchair was not doing well and that this old lady wanted to

keep him in her way in his final days.

The old lady opened her cloth bag and pulled out a stack of money: "This is your reward. It's not much.

I hope you won't despise it."

Looking at the stack of money, Leah hesitated for a few seconds but refused.

Although she and Han needed money, she also envied such feelings from the bottom of her heart.

"No, grandma. Keep it. I'll treat it as a practice."

After several refusals, Leah still did not take the old lady's money.

On the way back home, Leah had a new idea. She could also make money by selling her paintings in

the park, just like that young man.

Although Shawn had blocked her way, she could succeed in this avenue.

Leah asked softly, "How was your day? Are you tired?"

Han's eyes were deep, "No, I'm not tired."

Leah's eyes were full of anticipation. "Can we do this in the future? Accompany each other and never

be apart?"

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