Fang Yu stated seriously, "I've decided."
"I hope you won't regret it in the future."
"I won't regret it. Whether Ding Ling and I end up together or not."
It was the first time she had met a young man who made her heart race.
Fang Yu had decided to throw herself into it without holding anything back.
Just as her good friend had said:
At the very least, she had tried.
That way, she wouldn't regret it or have any lingering regrets in the future.
The next day.
Fang Yu and Tan Simaei went to Ding Ling's home again.
They were still studying various painting techniques.
They witnessed with their own eyes one astonishing masterpiece after another being born under Ding Ling's brush.
These paintings included ink wash paintings, portraits of beautiful women, landscapes, animal paintings, freehand paintings, and more...
Fang Yu, Tan Simaei, and the others were left dumbfounded, regarding him as a Heavenly Being.
It had only been a single day.
Ding Ling had already painted more than a dozen works, and every single one was a flawless masterpiece.
Even though Fang Yu and the others were professional art students, they couldn't find any flaws in the paintings. At one point, they felt that these works were far superior to many of the masterpieces created by modern artists, and even to those of the great masters of the past.
If they were sold outside, they would definitely fetch an astonishing price.
But using money to measure the value of these "priceless" works felt too vulgar to them.
"If you like them, you can take one home."
When Ding Ling was saying goodbye to Fang Yu and Tan Simaei, he deliberately pointed to several portraits. "You can choose a portrait of yourself, or one that you like."