At the time, Scholar had heard a human praise its paintings so highly for the first time.
Naturally, its paintings were good.
But seeing that human's excitement, it had to admit that it was happy.
Some words simply slipped out.
"I said I'd teach him how to paint."
"Mm."
As he listened to his teacher recount what had happened back then, Zhou Yao's expression was complicated, and his emotions gradually calmed somewhat.
He still remembered his first meeting with his teacher as clearly as if it had happened yesterday.
"I was surprised, but I was also very happy when you said you'd teach me how to paint."
"I wanted to paint something like this painting of yours."
Zhou Yao's gaze fell on the phone.
"I was worried I wouldn't learn well."
"But you said you would be there."
Zhou Yao looked at his teacher. "You said I would definitely be able to paint it."
"You taught me painting for three years."
"I got into the art class."
"I was incredibly happy."
"I wanted to tell you the good news right away."
"But when I got home, you were gone."
Zhou Yao paused.
"I searched the warehouse, the house, and the surrounding area."
"I couldn't find you anywhere."
"You had vanished as if you'd disappeared into thin air."
"Teacher, why did you suddenly leave?"
After all these years, Zhou Yao could finally ask him that question face-to-face.
It was a question he'd thought about for a long time,
yet he had never been able to come up with a possible answer.
Scholar looked up.
The azure sky entered his view.
Why had it left?
Hmm...
"Did something happen?"
Zhou Yao clenched his hands. "So something made you leave in such a hurry that you didn't even have