After a car accident, Mo Jiuzhi went from an obscure, struggling painter who could barely make ends meet to the heir of the secluded Mo family, a clan of mystic cultivators. Twelve years had passed, and her new self had the same name and face as before.
When her fiancé, Kang Sitong, gave her the painting she had created as her final work twelve years ago, The Shadows Stir in the Wind, her fingers brushed the beloved piece she had spent three relentless months working on, day and night. In that instant, she saw the scene of a conspiracy.
So she hadn't died in an accident after all!
In just twelve short years, the name "Mo Jiuzhi, the God of Painting" had become famous across the world. Even her discarded drafts could sell for tens of millions. The gimmick that "Mo Jiuzhi is dead, and only a limited number of her paintings remain, so buying one is a sure investment" kept driving up the prices of her work. Jiang Yanping, the classmate who had once quietly cared for her, had become a rising star in the art world thanks to her posthumous works.
As one new painting after another by "Mo Jiuzhi, the God of Painting" flooded the market, Jiang Yanping panicked. Mo Jiuzhi had left behind only 128 oil paintings while alive. Why were there now more than a hundred extra? Which fool was making fakes?
Mo Jiuzhi smiled faintly. "Sorry, but the paintings I'm making now are the real ones."
[Reader's Guide]
· One tree in a little grove, growing steadily alongside the others.
· A modern alternate world, with a golden finger, supernatural abilities, mysticism, and feel-good wish fulfillment. No need to take it too seriously or compare it to reality.
Theme: True worth never needs to be defined after death.
