Flashback
Baby Dragon Art School, Shanghai
The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the art studio.
Golden light spilled across wooden floors covered with paint stains from countless years of creativity. The room was quiet except for the gentle scratching of brushes and the occasional sound of birds outside.
Ghost stood beside Wáng Yí.
His arms were folded as he silently watched her work.
Unlike him, who approached every task with intense concentration, Wáng Yí painted with ease.
Her brush moved naturally.
Almost effortlessly.
A soft green color spread across the canvas.
Then came rolling grasslands.
Small patches of colorful flowers.
A winding river that reflected the sunlight.
Tiny butterflies dancing above the fields.
Each brushstroke added more life to the painting.
Ghost found himself impressed.
Very impressed.
She was clearly experienced.
Her hands moved with confidence.
There was no hesitation.
No frustration.
Only creation.
