"A true painting can speak."
"People like you, with problems in their hearts, can find healing by looking at paintings. I call this method Art Therapy."
"..."
Hyakka felt that Su Yang was going too far by always saying there was something wrong with her heart, but she also felt unable to refute him.
And she really wanted to say that his attitude was nothing like that of a normal student.
But she also felt that Su Yang was doing something very important, so she could not disturb him.
So she focused her attention on his canvas.
Hyakka's gaze sharpened.
Blue.
A deep blue.
An incomparably deep blue spread across the paper.
It was beautiful. So beautiful.
But Su Yang picked up a thin black brush.
And began sketching.
The outline of a city appeared.
Then her face appeared.
"This is..."
Hyakka watched Su Yang's movements without blinking, but then she realized it.
She realized that Su Yang was painting her.
She was shocked, but quickly covered her lips.
"You can talk if you want," Su Yang said. "I won't get distracted because of it."
As if to prove his words, Su Yang continued speaking while his hands moved with even greater skill.
That was truly amazing.
But Hyakka still hurriedly pressed her lips together, keeping herself quiet.
She merely watched Su Yang's painting.
Su Yang's paintings were always like this. After a shocking burst of color mixing, what he wanted to paint would quickly appear.
It was that kind of thing where, if you looked away for even a second, then in a flash, you would be stunned.
Then ??? would appear in your mind, leaving you shocked at what you had just missed.
What exactly had she failed to see?
Because before she had even noticed, he had