This moment...
Dai Ming's fear, sealed away for many years, was once again awakened.
The intense fear of his childhood surged back into his heart, causing a tremor that seemed to be etched into his bones.
"You, you dare to paint her again?" Dai Ming walked up to Ming Yu and asked, puzzled, "You're not afraid to paint her?"
Ming Yu's paintbrush drooped down.
"I don't know. In this matter alone, I don't know what I'm thinking."
She looked at the ghostly female on the painting and said, "I haven't told you my real name, have I?"
"True... what is your name?"
Ming Yu lifted her hand and brushed the bangs in front of her forehead.
"My name is Pan Yizhen. When I was very young, my parents divorced, and then I always lived with my mom. My mom has never remarried to this day, and she went through a lot of hardship to raise me. But to be honest, the only thing I'm good at is painting."
Dai Ming gave a bitter smile, "I'm the same."
