If she had to describe it with words, it would be beautiful, full of mood.
As for how it was full of mood, He Shasha couldn't quite put it into words.
With her final brushstroke, Nan Fei collapsed onto her chair, too tired to even lift her eyelids.
Every ounce of her strength was drained, her fingers stiff, her clothes covered in various paints, a complete mess.
Despite the chaos in front of her, a brilliant smile broke onto her face when she looked at the finished painting on the table.
The extreme tiredness of her body contrasted deeply with the intense excitement of her spirit.
This feeling was something she strived for in her previous life but couldn't attain, perhaps this was the talent Yu Jingyi was referring to.
He Shasha came in from outside, seeing Nan Fei no longer painting with focus, but slumping on the sofa-chair, her hair a tangled mess and yet she was still smiling.
"You finally done?"
