Zong Ben lowered his head and immediately showed a bored expression. “And paint another rubbish like that?” Zong Ben rudely said that his creation was rubbish. “I don’t want to draw that kind of shallow painting ever again. I want to paint something deeper! Something that could raise one’s soul higher. A painting that could suck one’s soul!” Zong Ben said excitedly. 

“Then… take your time and think,” Jun turned Zong Ben as though he was consoling a child. He made Zong Ben face the refreshing yet magical painting. “Look at her. You might find inspiration."

Zong Ben stole a glance at Jun. Then, he looked at the painting in boredom as though he was really looking for...