However, Nan Fei had never imagined, just as she was utterly disappointed with painting, that divine providence would give her a huge surprise.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was so engrossed, barely noticing her tears, her gaze was focused only on the portrait she was gently caressing.
Her eyes filled with pity and sadness.
Through the portrait, she lamented for herself.
She grieved for her own past stubbornness, obstinacy, and for the ungratefulness of her own sacrifices. All of the present circumstances mockingly laughed at who she was in her past life - so much so that she was a total failure.
She had thought that she was good at nothing but by hard work and diligence, even without talent, she achieved not so bad results.
But what exactly is this sudden talent?
What is it?
"What... what's wrong with you? You're freaking me out." Mi Yuezhen felt her hair stand on end, especially since the portrait was not hers.
