Chapter 585: I want to be alone...

In her previous life, she only lived to the age of twenty-seven, yet her experiences were more than those of a lifetime for others! Even more.

She walked in the darkness, and her paintbrush was her sun.

She longed for sunlight, expressing her myriad thoughts through the tip of her brush. Unintentionally, willows planted for shade flourished, and she inadvertently developed her own style of painting. She was chased by the world and honored as a master artist.

"Although I don't understand painting, I can see this. Yu Ling, you are an expert in appreciating art. Can't you see what kind of trauma this child has experienced?"

Yu Ling lowered her head in shame. Old Master Nan's words weighed heavily on her heart, almost suffocating her.

The reason she liked Bi Qing's paintings was that she felt a resonance beneath the splashes of ink and water.

Bi Qing's state of mind was connected to hers. After weathering a thousand sails, they quietly settled.