Wu Kai arrived at Qinglin Manor, full of anticipation.
After registering and passing the security check, he entered the manor's parking lot. As soon as he got out of the car, he could indeed feel the high-quality air people online had talked about.
Wu Qian was the most excited. After getting out, she even took a deep, blissful breath.
Everything people online said about Qinglin Manor was speculation, because none of them could possibly have visited the place.
They could only infer from the high-quality air at Qinglin Villa that the air at Qinglin Manor must be even better.
But only now, after experiencing it for herself, did she realize just how good the air at Qinglin Manor was. It was countless times better than people online had described.
Wu Kai was a painter, and he experienced things differently from other people. The moment he saw the bamboo, willow trees, flowers, and plants all around him, he was captivated.
To him, their beauty, appeal, and visual charm seemed to form a unique artistic mood. He even felt eager to get started.
He hadn't felt such a powerful urge to paint in the past two years. He was getting older and had less energy, and his paintings seemed to lack inspiration, making it difficult to finish them.
Yet the moment he arrived here, he inexplicably found himself filled with an indescribable inspiration.
It was truly remarkable to him.
He had to get the owner of Qinglin Manor to let him paint here, even if he had to give the finished painting to him afterward.
At his age, he had already left plenty of assets to his children. He had no intention of selling his paintings, either. He simply wanted to leave behind a few more works that satisfied him.
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