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However, Chung Yong did not understand these things. His appreciation for paintings only stopped at the level of "if the painting looks like it, the painting will be good."

He looked at his lifelike self on the paper and smiled. "Isn't this painting pretty good?"

Zhuang Qiu did not know why, but when she saw the painting room, the joy she felt was completely gone