She had already made up her mind: she couldn't sell her paintings anymore.
With her fame as a boost, her paintings would surely become extremely valuable, worth many, many times their intrinsic artistic merit.
But she had no desire to earn that kind of money.
In this life, one's soul needs a sanctuary.
She hoped that until she was old and gray, this little hobby would continue to bring her nothing but pure, unadulterated joy.
Instead of being sacrificed on the altar of fame and fortune.
'This kid is a hard worker and a decent person, but she can be so infuriatingly stubborn!'
Wei Shuojie was beside herself with frustration.
