Cui Song chuckled lightly and stated, "That's wonderful! My painting isn't here now. It should probably arrive the day after tomorrow."
Gu Dai bobbed her head repeatedly in agreement.
She then cast a glance at Song Ling's party, then back at Cui Song. The internal unease prompted her to whisper, "Truthfully, I'm not a natural talent. It's my early exposure to art that enabled my understanding."
Cui Song grasped at once that Gu Dai's story had many hidden layers. Regardless, he responded, "Even if you have been studying since childhood, your talent is undeniable. Many of my friends, professional painters for decades, can't comprehend my master's paintings."
Finally relaxed, Gu Dai said her goodbyes to Cui Song and departed unburdened.
Song Ling's gaze followed Gu Dai's retreating figure.
Jiang Yue practically ground her teeth into dust, "Brother Song Ling, I didn't see it because..."
