"Mona... do you remember 'My Daughter Georgia'?"
"The colors you used were too vivid, and there were too many ornate decorations on the clothes, which is not a good thing."
"The limbs and body in the picture fail to connect naturally, like a bunch of blocks forcibly pieced together."
...
Those gentle voices echoed in Mona's ears one by one.
She remembered how she once disdainfully dismissed Gu Weijing's "childish" views, thinking he was overestimating his abilities by trying to challenge the artistic philosophy of a graduate student senior from the Royal Academy of Arts.
It turned out,
she herself was the joker.
Mona was in a daze, feeling her mind was in turmoil, her throat tightening, and she was somewhat short of breath.
How annoying.
They promised to part ways amicably and not get entangled with each other, so why does his shadow keep appearing in her life?
"Mona, what's wrong? How about we go to the public studio for a bit and then grab dinner together tonight?"
