Who is the plagiarist?

"You are just a plagiarist!" The sharp abuse woke Shi Yu up, and he sat up abruptly in bed.

These days he hasn't slept soundly. He has repeatedly had the same dream.

He dreamed that his most cherished work was taken away by someone else, labeled with their own name, and when he tried to seek justice, he was regarded as a shameless plagiarist.

The real plagiarist received all the praises, while he was like a rat crossing the street that everyone shouted at and chased away. Finally, he was driven to the end by those so-called admirers of the plagiarist.

Shi Yu took several deep breaths before calming down.

Looking at his own hands, without ugly marks and the sense of powerlessness in the dream, Shi Yu then felt a sense of security.

Shi Yu looked at his watch. It was only a little past one. He pulled up the quilt and was ready to continue sleeping.

But when he closed his eyes, he couldn't fall asleep anymore, because he knew that those weren't dreams. Those were what he had truly experienced before.

His work was plagiarized, his hands were disabled, and he was unable to appeal for justice. He didn't want to experience that feeling again! 

The tighter he thought, the tighter he clenched his fists.

He was just an ordinary person who loved painting and didn't want to be involved in the story between that favored daughter of heaven and those elites anymore.

He couldn't afford to provoke them but could always avoid them.

This time, he just needed to protect his own works well.

Shiyu lay in bed for a long time but couldn't fall asleep. So he simply sat up, walked to the bay window, leaned against it and looked at the moonlight outside.

The silver moonlight cast a gentle glow, making Shiyu's face even paler.

Shiyu had seen countless nights, but those nights brought him only boundless fear and never had been as peaceful as now.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Shiyu suddenly had an idea in his heart. He walked to the easel, injected his just inspiration into the tip of his pen and splashed it freely.

Time passed unconsciously like this.

When Shiyu regained his senses, the sky had already brightened. 

Rubbing his neck and wrists, Shi Yu felt that he was alive again.

Suddenly, the door of Shi Yu's room was pushed open.

"Brother, are you awake?" A coquettish female voice echoed in the room.

The girl who came in had chestnut curly hair, a delicate face, lively eyes and a cherry mouth. Anyone would praise her as cute.

But Shi Yu's hand tightened quietly.

This girl was his sister and also the nightmare of his life.

The girl didn't notice the difference of Shi Yu.

"Brother, are you drawing? Wow! Your drawing is so beautiful! Brother, you have improved again!" The girl stared at Shi Yu's drawing tightly, but a touch of jealousy crossed her eyes. Why was it that even if he just drew a moon, it was better than her drawing?

Shi Yu gathered his thoughts in his heart and said lightly, "Just drew it casually."

The girl suddenly looked at Shi Yu: "Brother, can you give this painting to me? I won't show it to others. I just appreciate it myself. OK?" 

Shi Yu looked at the girl with difficulty. He exerted great self-control to not reveal his emotions. How could he give her his painting?

Shi Yu was just about to refuse when a boy's voice came from the door.

"Shi Yu, if Rou Rou likes it, just give it to her. You can draw another one later at most."

Shi Rou looked towards the door in surprise: "Big brother! You're back? As expected, you're the best to Rou Rou!"

Shi Yu looked towards the door where a man in an iron-gray suit with a tall and straight posture was standing. He was Shi Rou's elder brother, Shi Li.

Shi Li walked in, looked at the painting, then at Shi Yu, and said frowning: "Give it to Rou Rou."

Before Shi Yu could refuse, Shi Li directly took down the painting and handed it to Shi Rou.

"Thank you, big brother!" Shi Rou happily took the painting and ran away.

Shi Yu looked at Shi Li. His expression didn't change much and his voice had no ups and downs: "That was my painting."

The man didn't notice Shi Yu's difference. In his opinion, it was just a painting. Since the younger sister liked it, just give it to her. If you like, you can just draw another one, can't you? 

What kind of expression is that on your face? Just draw another one. Isn't it just a painting? Have you forgotten the upbringing of the Shi family?