But he had painstakingly studied painting, and when he finally felt confident in his skills, the person who would appreciate his art was no longer there.
Qiao Zhihe stayed alone in the room for a long time.
This was almost a habit of his; he would spend some time alone here about every week.
Finally, he sighed lightly, locked the door again, and stepped out.
The weather was very nice this afternoon, so Qiao Zhihe put on a hat, carried his drawing board, and went out.
Today he planned to visit a famous Lake View Park in the city, hoping to find some inspiration.
It's not the weekend, and since it's the afternoon, there weren't many people in the park.
Qiao Zhihe had just sat down not long before an old man next to him spoke: "Young man, are you interested in a reading?"
It was then that Qiao Zhihe noticed a white cloth at the old man's feet, with the words Ironmouth Divine Calculation written on it.
However, he never believed in such things and shook his head to refuse.
