Lian Yingting didn't believe a word he said.
Hen Shimian was the most outstanding master of traditional Chinese painting of his time. Ten years ago, he suddenly disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where he had gone. The last time he appeared, he said he had taken on an apprentice. And he would only take on this one in his lifetime. No one knew who that apprentice was. Perhaps they vanished together.
Lian Yingya was obsessed with painting and greatly admired Master Hen Shimian's work. Over the years, he had been deceived many times. Lian Yingting remained skeptical about this.
"You're an adult. If you think it's real, then it's real."
Lian Yingya was unhappy. "You still don't believe me."
