I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

Chapter 115

The reason I ran to the mountains wasn’t that grand.

It was simply because of comparisons with my cousins and friends around me.

The pressure from academics that followed.

It wasn’t exactly ordinary, but neither were the stories particularly rare.

The young Sanya wasn’t pure. Rather, there were things I had learned by observing others.@@@@

There’s a saying, right? People always wear masks.

Sanya just learned that when I was young.

"Useless..."

"Oh, come on. Useless, why? This is also a kind of painting."

Right. Let’s go all the way back to a very distant past.

Let’s start from when I was four. How about that?

At my question, the angel stared at me for a moment. Then, she turned her gaze to the horizon. The sunset was still there.

"Painting..."

She murmured, pausing for a moment before speaking.

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