I discovered that whether they were witches or witchfolk, the talented ones were generally jacks of all trades... Jiang Han picked up the design plans Cen Jing had drawn. Her heart gave a jolt, but she kept a calm expression as she looked them over, showing no alarm:
Cen Jing's designs began with floor plans and diagrams, and ended with strangely lifelike concept art.
Was this perhaps the kind of concept art alone that could paint such a beautiful pie in the sky that countless players would pay to preorder it?
Setting down the plans, she looked toward Cen Jing.
The beautiful witch wore a gentle smile. A few beads of sweat hung on her face, and the more Jiang Han looked at her rosy lips, the more captivating they seemed.
Jiang Han raised a brow and smiled, about to speak.
Some people rehearsed their lines in their heads before speaking. Jiang Han had a similar habit, and she ran through what she intended to say in her mind:
This looks really nice.
This looks extremely nice.
I got full marks on my Chinese exams... in elementary school... Jiang Han felt as though her language skills had undergone some changes. Perhaps it was the result of sitting in an office for too long in her previous life; without communicating with people, one's speech gradually deteriorated.
When she had been young, looking at scenery would sometimes stir descriptions in her heart like, "A single wave sets off a thousand ripples."
But after growing up, Jiang Han's adjectives had dwindled to just two words.
[Holy shit.]
She pursed her lips and smiled somewhat ambiguously without saying anything.
Cen Jing silently reached over for the plans, sat beside Jiang Han, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. In the tone of someone teaching