“Cheng Qianli didn’t speak. The life in his eyes was beginning to fade, and the breath in him was weakening. Like color fading from a painting until all that was left was black and white, a chill enveloped his entire body.
He worked hard to open his mouth, calling out, “Ge.” And then, with all the strength left in his body, said a last few words: “Don't…be sad.”
It’s been exactly a year since this artwork left my hands, and more than a year since I drew it (05/08/2019) so I figured I’d post this now since I’m still kinda proud of it (* ;w;)
