It was easier said than done.
Art wasn't something that came to an artist like a convenient blessing. At times it would dawn upon akin to lightning striking that would shake your world in a flash or at times, that euphoric feeling called as inspiration never came at all.
Such was Shui's predicament at the moment.
To affect a person like Zhong Sihan, what kind of earth shattering painting should she make?
Hmm…it's not so simple.
She closed her eyes as she rested back against her chair.
"It's not so simple!"
She was now facing Lin, who was plating some sandwiches and coffee mugs on a tray.
The sandwiches look delicious…she slightly drooled.
Lin blinked twice softly. "What is not so simple?"
"Painting."
"So you cannot prove your point?"
Her brow twitched hard. "I never said that! How come you so easily discredit my talent?"
"You said painting wasn't so simple. What should I have assumed?" He tilted his head.
She glared. "How about asking why it's not so simple?"
