The dagger was pointed towards the heart.

The other bleeding sites on the heart were bandaged with adhesive bandages.

Looking at the whole picture, it's a hideous monster, pretending to be an angel, but actually stabbing a fresh heart with a knife, making it impossible for it to heal forever...

"Although Miss Luo's painting is abstract, it's too lifelike. What else could the person in the picture be but a devil?"

The onlookers praised Luo Wuyan's paintings highly.

In contrast, Luo Xiu used his superb painting skills to depict his own portrait on the paper.

He painted himself as handsome and dashing, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth and flawless facial features.

"This young master Luo is really narcissistic. Ask him to draw a devil, and he draws a self-portrait."

The match is over.

Almost all the viewers voted for Luo Wuyan, and Luo Wuyan won by a large margin.

At that moment, Ke Luo Wu Yan threw down her pen.

Because she knew she had lost.

Luo Xiu himself is a demon.

Others may not know, but she and Lu Zhiwei know it all too well.

He is the devil himself, and his self-portrait is the perfect way to compete with her on the theme of the devil.

Luo Wuyan glared at Luo Xiu and stormed off the stage.

When Luo Wuyan came to Lu Zhiwei's side, she sniffed with a wronged expression: "Weiwei, am I really that useless? Why didn't I think of drawing himself?"

Lu Zhiwei took her hand and gently comforted her, "You've drawn well enough, but no one knows himself better than he does. Leave the rest to me."