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.

only in water and black paint, and began revising the sketch directly. With just a few strokes, the entire

silently watching and

more skilled and had a better understanding of the book. While Toph only looked at the

Harvey tossed the brush aside,

was sweating profusely, physically drained. He panted heavily, struggling to support himself, then

images from words... You need

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

have to visit you often for

quite modest of you,

our family principles is to be open-minded and receptive. My parents taught me to be humble and cautious from an early

raised an eyebrow,

were highly emotional people, and their

about the days when they participated in art exhibitions together, Toph felt genuinely

out in a cold sweat. He curled up

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