C319 The Story of the Painting

Xu Nian was intimidated by the intimidating words coming from behind her. The brush in her hand fell to the ground, brushing against the paper and making a crisp "pa da" sound.

It was as if her soul had suddenly returned, as if the one she had drawn was not herself. The painting in front of her was not even at her level of skill.

However, everything was etched into her bones by instinct