Gu Weijing tossed the paintbrush into the brush washer on the side.
He lowered his head and looked at the painting on the paper, still wet, and even when he came to his senses, he was slightly startled.
The painting was truly beautiful!
Gu Weijing traversed the infinite nebula in candlelight, watching the Little Prince on the dunes see the sunrise forty-four times, to achieve that previous piece of "painstakingly emotional" level.
Before his eyes.
The second piece of similar standard in his life was lying vividly on the table in front of him, with ink red as blood.
The painting process was not painful at all; he was just a bit mentally fatigued.
That slight weariness after returning from a journey far from home.
He glanced at his own painting of "Wisteria Flower Painting," then turned his head to look at Tang Ning's "Hundred Flowers Painting" hanging on the wall, casually picking up a brush drying on the windowsill, and placed it in his mouth, lightly biting it.
