The young soldier had already heard about the situation from Nie Cheng on the way here, but he never expected that the person drawing would be a messy-looking girl in her early teens who appeared to be a refugee.

Her? Drawing portraits? And she even thought she was better than the artists in the Xuanhe Mansion?

What a joke!

If it weren’t for Nie Cheng being here, he would have turned around and left.

Seeing him with a serious face without saying a word, Gu Yundong could tell he didn’t trust her.

She lightly tapped the table and smiled, asking, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what the criminal looks like?”

“Who said I forgot?” The young soldier immediately retorted, then his eyes showed a hint of resentment, “That bandit killed my good brother who fought alongside me. I dream of him every night, I remember every mole on his face very clearly.”

“Then tell me.”

“…,” The young soldier choked for a moment, and Nie Cheng nudged his arm. Then, he clenched his fists tightly and began, “His face is a bit round, looks like a simple and honest person. His eyebrows are thick and dark, eyes not big, narrow, nose with a bit more flesh, mouth, his mouth is a bit like mine.”

Gu Yundong lowered her head, sketching with a charcoal pencil according to his description.

As she sketched, she would occasionally ask him, “Like this? Or a bit rounder… Are there deep eye bags under his eyes… What kind of narrow is it… Is his chin plump?”

Initially, she just drew a rough sketch, but once it was nearly confirmed, she pulled out another sheet of paper and integrated all the features and face shape the young soldier described.

Gu Yundong’s movements were swift, and in no time, she completed a drawing.

The young soldier had just taken a sip of tea to quench his thirst. When he looked over again, he spurted out all the water.

“Ah, be careful.” Gu Yundong quickly moved the paper away, giving him a fierce glare.

The young soldier hastily wiped his mouth and eagerly picked up the drawing. His eyes widened.

Nie Cheng, who had dodged his sprayed water moments ago, stepped back several steps. Now, seeing his astonished expression, he couldn’t help but ask curiously, “What’s wrong?”

The young soldier murmured in disbelief, “It’s… so alike, unbelievably alike.”

“Really that alike?” Wasn’t that too exaggerated? Nie Cheng shook his head, walked around the table, and looked over the soldier’s shoulder.

With just one look, he froze in place.

The young soldier couldn’t believe his eyes as he muttered, “It’s like… it’s like it was directly traced from his face.”

“To think there’s such a way of drawing.” Nie Cheng marveled, carefully taking the drawing from the soldier’s hand, examining it repeatedly, unable to help but marvel.

The paintings by those artists were beautiful, but Nie Cheng wasn’t a connoisseur of painting. He didn’t quite understand their artistic appeal, just knowing they looked aesthetically pleasing, but there was always some discrepancy compared to real people. At least, they weren’t very practical for their investigative purposes.

But this portrait seemed as if the person had come to life.

And it was merely drawn with a charcoal pencil.

When he looked up at Gu Yundong again, Nie Cheng’s eyes changed.

Was this Miss Gu really just an ignorant village girl who knew nothing?

“Who taught you this drawing technique?”

Gu Yundong also took a sip of water, shrugged, and said, “Someone I didn’t know, and he didn’t tell me his name.”