Bab 868: Deep love (Complete Edition)(2)

I had long been used to his mouth that didn't know how to speak properly. I asked again, "If you like to draw so much, why don't you draw yourself?"

He never said it, and he never used a brush, but I knew he loved painting.

There's no reason, I just know.

He didn't scold me this time. He just raised his arm and laughed at himself. I'm useless. I won't be able to hold a brush in my life.

I had guessed it, but I was still sad. However, I didn't feel sad for long before I heard him say again.

I'm not crippled, but I'm useless. No teacher took me in. They all say I have no talent. F * ck.

I'm sad, I'm pretending.

（5）

When I was 20 years old, I participated in a competition under my teacher's recommendation and became famous. My work was bought by a rich businessman for a high price, and I became famous in a short time.

Following that were invitations from major art galleries, invitations to various gatherings, and industry cocktail parties.