The mountains blossomed all around.
But Gu Weijing's mood couldn't settle down.
Thoughts are the most mischievous little children in the world; they disrupt your creation when you need peace and power the most.
And you're completely helpless.
The strongest mixed martial arts champions couldn't possibly catch and beat the annoying imp named "irritation" out of the hall of thought.
He wasn't fighting a tangible enemy but the "big walnut" weighing 1400 grams wrapped inside his skull made of grey matter, white matter, and ventricles, fighting against himself.
Struggling with oneself, the more you exert, the more off course you become.
In the end, there's no other way but the exhaustion of thought.
Gu Weijing just faced the transplantation of the wisteria tree in the Royal Botanical Garden.
An insignificant matter.
An unfortunate mishap on the path of painting that any painter might encounter anytime.
