Two little Demon Kings struggled incessantly in the arms of their parents, their tiny eyes fixated on their mother's painting, unable to bear the thought of leaving it. Perhaps their little minds couldn't yet comprehend the profound significance of the artistic treasure. However, this did not mean they couldn't, through a child's intuition, take a liking to certain things.
Manman always believed that truly beautiful things are not those that feign depth but are like flowers, naturally evoking love and admiration from within. With this belief, she actually encouraged her two kids to watch her paint.
Having an artist for a mother is a blessing, Mrs. Yao sighed. Not every ordinary family could cultivate their children's cultural quality and artistic cells from a young age.
