A painter fell in love with the woman in his painting and stopped painting. But the old friend he had carefully mentored since childhood stole his title as the best painter in the capital. Years later, when they meet again, the awkwardness is beyond words. Is it love, or hate?
Well written and enjoyable to read.
The painter likes the people in the painting
Suffering from the love of a broken sleeve, the person I love is the one in the painting