Su Xuan died in her twenties in her last life, still a little short of her dream of becoming a "top painter".
When I opened my eyes again, I was nine years old, in a dilapidated ward, and my mother's face looked ten years younger.
The painting skills and memories from past lives are all there.
Later, she bought her first digital tablet, second-hand, with scratches on the screen.
A month later, a painting forum exploded.
"Which art academy boss does this ID named 'Xuan' belong to? He has at least ten years of brushwork skills!"
"Wait... Her location shows that she is in the No. 3 Primary School in XX City?"
"??? Elementary schoolboy???"
Su Xuan silently closed the forum and continued to catch up on tomorrow's art homework.
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Later, the talented young man who had gone toe-to-toe with her in the competition blocked her at the door of the studio with red eyes:
"I've been chasing you since I was nine years old until I was in my twenties. When on earth will you look at me in the eyes?"
Su Xuan put down her paintbrush and raised her eyes: "First give me back the box of paints I lost to you in fifth grade."
Mission: Hard work is the best talent