Harvey slowly looked up with a disdainful smirk. "Toph, have you read the entire novel?"

"Of course! How can I draw if I haven't? I do have some professional ethics!"

"Then let me ask you." Harvey tapped forcefully on one of the sketches. "What's this? What on earth have you drawn, Toph? You're someone who has published comic books and has 1,000,000 fans, and this is what you show your fans?"

"You..." Toph's face flushed red with anger surging. "What do you mean by that?"

"Aren't you here to discuss with me?" Harvey snorted. "Well, this is my opinion! Even in her delirium, the female lead in this section still loves that man. But when the man is in front of her, she doesn't recognize him... This is one of the prominent scenes in this book. Can't you put some effort into it?"

"What did I draw wrong?"

"Why did you draw this woman as insane?" Harvey yelled. "She may be mad, but she loves him!"

Toph was stunned, staring blankly at him. What he said... sounded somewhat reasonable.

paint, and began revising the sketch directly. With just a few strokes, the

was astonished, silently

a better understanding of the book. While Toph only looked at the literal meaning, Harvey

the brush

profusely, physically drained. He panted heavily, struggling

images from words... You need to listen to the author's inner

had to admit that when it came to "madness", Harvey was far more talented than he

like I'll have to visit you often

quite modest of you, Mr.

and receptive. My parents taught me to be humble and cautious from an

Harvey raised

and their creative differences didn't affect their

they chatted and reminisced about the days when they participated in art exhibitions

trembled violently, breaking out in a cold sweat. He

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