As a disciple of a family of meticulous painting, how do you choose between the unique art passed down at home and modern Western art?
I came to study abroad alone and lived a homeless life. Now, have you received mercy in your quest for mercy?
Should a person who has almost died, cut off his tail to survive, and cannot hold a paintbrush still paint?
How about living on your last breath, living in seclusion, and being an idler for the rest of your life?
This time, maybe I met a real genius.
Purpose: What do you want to pursue throughout your life?