Maybe it was light, but it was just people's imagination. Her painting had an ethereal beauty. Her handwriting was quiet and could bring her the final comfort. Because, only the painting could help her find her own sense of truth. In those years, she was also a top student in the beauty college and had a good painting foundation. She originally wanted to graduate for further study and then further develop in art, but she didn't expect that it was her destiny. She sighed and painted the sky with a little color. It seemed to be messy, but there was always a bit of silence inadvertently.
The lights were dim, but her painting room was still bright, because she didn't want to sleep, because she was afraid of loneliness, and afraid of those speculations and struggles. She couldn't understand wh
