For the next two weeks, Vivian devoted nearly all her energy to painting.
Her parents were thrilled to see her so passionate about something, and they backed her one hundred percent, even letting her take over her uncle's study.
During these past two weeks, Vivian practically never stepped outside the house. Aside from painting, the only person capable of making her put down her brush was Henry.
Although the topics of their conversations were always related to painting.
It had to be said that Henry truly possessed the sharp eye her uncle had spoken of. Whenever Vivian became too focused on one detail and overlooked the bigger picture, Henry could always clearly point out the problems to her.
Looking at her completed painting, Vivian could not help furrowing her brows. She snapped a ph
