My talent for painting is very poor. It took me six months to practice day and night, but I never reached the level of my father. I can't draw the same person.

One day, I finally collapsed. I took advantage of my parents' absence and climbed up to the windowsill to end this endless torture.

But my brother pulled him back.

He asked me,

‘Why do you draw the same person?!’

‘Is it okay?’

‘If you can never draw the same person, will you never be able to get out?’

‘Then I’m going to save you once every day? Then let’s just dance together. I’m older and I’ll come first.’

”

Wanwan looked at the portrait on the table. The portrait was indeed similar to her, but when she looked closely, she had many differences from herself. However, she could indeed recognize that the painting was herself at first glance.

Mo Yue looked at Wanwan's portrait, paused for a moment before continuing,

"At a young age, I understood the first truth in life. Everyone has different talents. You may not be able to do anything that others can do easily, no matter how hard you try.

But as long as you can work hard to do the best you can, that is victory.
Chapter completed!