Qin Buran had never received praise from an elder.
When he was little, no matter how hard he worked, even if he scored full marks on an exam, his parents would only tell him not to get arrogant.
Later, he got into the Imperial Capital Academy of Fine Arts.
It was a place countless students dreamed of attending, but to his parents, he was still just someone who painted.
After graduating from university, he pursued a master's degree, then a doctorate.
Qin Buran produced one work after another, moving from small exhibitions to national ones. He worked hard to prove that pursuing his dream did not mean he was wasting his life.
But later, he realized that in his parents' eyes, the achievements he took such pride in could never compare to a single contract.
So hearing an elder acknowledge him made him a little happy.
Pei Hang's mother had truly taken the time to appreciate his work and recognize his achievements.
"An academy of fine arts..." Pei Mother had studied art herself, so of course she knew how difficult it was to get in. "You must have worked so hard, sweetheart."
Qin Buran's breath trembled.
No one had ever said those words to him before.
Of course, people had praised his ability.
Others had called him gifted.
But no one had ever acknowledged how hard he had worked.
Qin Buran's heart beat harder than ever. He shook his head. "It wasn't too bad."
"What do you mean, not too bad?" Pei Mother said. "A classmate of mine went through so much just to get into an art college."
"The Imperial Capital Academy of Fine Arts is one of the best in the country, too. You're really impressive, Qin."
Qin Buran couldn't help pressing his lips together in a smile.