His eyes were like a gentle stream, continuously flowing into the depths of her heart, merging with the turbulence inside her.
She trusted him, there was no reason not to trust him, because he was the one she had chosen, just as he had chosen her.
All the brushes, ink, and paints were ready, and the paper was spread out.
Speaking of the sense of color, people always say women are better than men, but in general, the men who paint well have a sense of color that far exceeds that of women.
Manman picked up her brush, dipped it into the ink, and started to paint with broad strokes, laying down the ink foundation. Her bold brushwork exuded a heroic aura, sweeping toward the judges like a force galloping across the battlefield and shaking them to their core.
"Your granddaughter seems so soft and frail, but I didn't expect she would have your family's style, she has truly inherited your bloodline," the Lin Family matriarch sighed to Old Master Lu.
