What exactly is the true gift of a genuine artist?
One night, while listening to Su Qing play the piano in the third-floor library, Gu Ran asked her that question.
She said it was aesthetic discernment.
Li Xiaoye is undoubtedly a real artist; even in matters like getting married and having children, he rigorously implemented his own sense of aesthetics.
The sudden speculation that he had abandoned his aesthetic discernment, intending to mend his relationship with his children, was nothing but wishful thinking stemming from ordinary people's sentimentality.
"Should we ask Su Qing again?" Chen Ke suggested.
"Okay." Gu Ran nodded.
He immediately video-called Su Qing, and before she could pick up, he took a moment to tidy up his fringe.
"You'll look better this way." Caught off guard, He Qingyan considerately reached out to help.
Just then, the video call connected.
