The next day arrived, marking the art submission day.

All the students who wished to participate in the art exhibition brought their paintings for the judges’ preliminary and official reviews before submitting them to the organizing committee for the final review.

Surprisingly, Lina, who was usually active in university activities, arrived late that day. As she reached the classroom door, a fellow student stopped her.

“Lina…”

“What’s wrong?” asked Lina.

The girl, known for her honesty, had seen Lina’s painting, The Fireflies’ Light. Lina had intentionally shown it to her.

“Lina, did you bring your painting?”

“Of course!” Lina feigned ignorance. “It’s my submission!”

“But…” The girl pointed toward the classroom.

She was beaming with pride, passionately explaining her

it

my. It was a lot of work. I hardly slept for two

the exhibition, I could auction it and display it in a

at Lina, feeling a sense of

‘Violet, please remember what you said today. You must hold your own exhibition and hang the

said with concern. “Look… why is her painting the same as yours? Two days ago, I

moment. “Why don’t you come in since you’re

painting, and the students were left dumbfounded at the

were… exactly the

examination of the brushstrokes and colors,

said expressionlessly, “Violet, care to

smiled. “What is there to

is yours the

arms, her eyes filled with intensity. “Sigh. Well,

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