Chapter 12: Dawn Ye Yinyin felt that even ten years from now, whenever she remembered this scene, she would still burst out laughing. When she picked up Zhou Mo by the roadside, the young lady of the Zhou family was holding a paring knife in one hand and a sketchpad in the other. A layer of wet oil paint was smeared across her light-colored sweater, her pretty face was a tear-stained palette of colors, and she reeked of turpentine. Squatting on the ground, she called out in a trembling voice,…