A dilapidated old house, a desolate courtyard, far from the crowds, far from the clamor. Free from the shackles of steel and concrete, this place allowed Duan Tianyu to completely indulge his innermost desires.
This wasn't some rundown art studio; it was his personal playground.
But when Duan Tianyu saw Qiao An's disgusted expression as she covered her nose and kept backing away, clearly wanting to leave, the madness suppressed within him began to roar.
"Are you disgusted with me?"
Since childhood, he had been a solitary and arrogant genius. He possessed a powerful sense of color, an ability that made it difficult for him to befriend ordinary people.
Thus, he disliked making friends, preferring to immerse himself in a vibrant, colorful world and paint endlessly. Countless inspirations bubbled up in his mind, earning him all sorts of accolades and the title of a boy genius. It wasn't until he finally entered the professional field that he discovered...
