It was absolutely different for Nan Fei. Over the past year, she had suffered many setbacks, changes, and trials. Through these hardships, she had grown and transformed, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like an eagle spreading its wings, unstoppable in its ascent.
"Old Dai, you can't behave like this. We didn't ask for your painting. We just wanted you to lend it temporarily to the art gallery, so the students could see it and understand their own gaps compared to others."
"Can't they see it at the gallery? Autumn Gallery has the original ones."
"That's different, the gallery has the early pieces, now is the middle period, the style is clearly different."
Dai Jinhai showed a complex expression. His treasured disciple was barely in his twenties, yet these old men had already classified his work into early and middle periods; their faces were quite thick.
"Let me think about it."
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Qi Li Town, Xiao Wang Village—
