When Toph arrived at the Newhouse residence, the butler personally welcomed him and respectfully led him to Harvey's art studio.

Harvey had been sitting there all morning, engrossed in painting. Toph approached slowly, unable to help smiling when he observed Harvey's intense focus.

Harvey keenly sensed someone behind him and abruptly looked up.

"Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to sneak up on you!" Toph hurriedly waved his hands as if confessing to a mistake. "I... I brought the final draft of the illustrated novel to see if there's anything you think needs to be revised."

Harvey glanced at it briefly and grunted after a while, "Your work is already good enough. No need for changes."

"Really?" Toph scratched his head. "But Aunt Maisie saw these last time and knew which ones you drew... Actually, I'm not as good as you in terms of artistic sensibility."

"You're being modest!" Harvey lightly scoffed, turning away to focus on his artwork. He still looked pale and thin, but there was a natural carefreeness on his sharply defined face.

He seemed indifferent to everything like he was detached from life and death. His deep brown eyes always reflected an inexplicable sense of sorrow.

"Ah." Toph sat on the windowsill facing him. "Once this draft is submitted, my job will be done. Our collaboration has been pleasant!"

Harvey ignored him.

if you're interested in continuing to

"Hmm?"

I run it!" Toph grinned. "My studio is somewhat renowned, and my wife is

"Hmm."

exhibition to our discussions later. Heh, I feel like we share a lot of similar ideas. There shouldn't be any problem drawing together in

"Hmm..."

saying 'hmm'! Say

looked up, somewhat annoyed

response

scrunched up his face. "Do you have nothing

why don't we

lit up, and he nodded

paint each other's

on a stool. Both focused intently as they drew

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