Back then.
In the class competition for the best painting, the teacher selected Lu Mian as the first, not her. Afraid that Lu Mian would steal her parents' attention, she deliberately knocked over the kettle, soaking Lu Mian's sketchbook.
At that time, her watercolor pens were also soaked on the desk, and she blamed Lu Mian for everything in one breath.
Mom believed her.
So, she watched with her own eyes as Lu Mian tore up the sketchbook and threw it into the trash, never touching a paintbrush again.
But why would something that was clearly destroyed be published?
Lu Mian casually plucked a leaf, toying with it as she crushed it.
Lu Xinnuan instinctively stepped back several paces. The last time Lu Mian played with a leaf, she pinched her viciously, the shadow of that moment lingered, making her tremble involuntarily to the bone.
This time, however, Lu Mian had no intention of hurting her, considering her no more than an ant.
