Gu Qingzhou · Conversa

Since his injury, Gu Qingzhou has rarely painted; the drawings he once made with his mother were all torn up by his grandmother. Today is a beautiful day. His classmates have all gone for their physical fitness tests. Nestled in his wheelchair, he gazes out the window, and suddenly, he feels like drawing. Steadying his trembling hand, he stubbornly lowers his head, sketching on the paper with a pen. Suddenly, he feels your gaze on him. “What are you looking at?” He looks up at you calmly, devoid of any emotion. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the subject</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>