Those pictures were from overseas, and only Fang Lan had seen them.
Since she could not take them away, she only picked the most important ones and took some photos.
The difference between the early paintings and the final works could be seen at a glance.
"At first, the strokes of these paintings were very immature. Later on, they gradually became more exquisite, but the words still looked like they were written by an immature child."
Shen Hanyu answered Sang Qianqian slowly, "Only the last two paintings were done with a skillful and exquisite brush. Whether it was the painting itself or the words, there was no way to tell that it was done by a person with a mental problem."
"Can I see the photo?"
Sang Qianqian asked, "It shouldn't be 11 o'clock yet, so it's not too late."
Shen Hanyu knew that if he didn't let her see it tonight, she might not be able to sleep. He got up and turned on the wall lamp, taking out his phone to pull out a photo.
