Heavy Rain

"He doesn't know anything about composition, concept, and color perception. Moreover, the amount of aesthetic talent that he has is almost zero."

Shi Yang scoffed.

"Physics, astronomy, boring experiments, and complicated data processing... Do you know that she has no interest in these things at all? "

"What did they even talk about when they were together? They didn't have any common interests, and they were from two different worlds. Two people like that shouldn't have even been together in the first place."

There seemed to be a huge divide between them.

"I'm different. I knew her so well. If she wanted to attend an art exhibition, if she wanted to chat, whether she was happy or unhappy, no one would have known her better than me when the tip of the brush lands on the paper. "

He had seen many of her paintings.

Her happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy were all written on the paper.