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Lina admired the paintings on Zuko’s phone, particularly captivated by the firefly painting’s vibrant colors and bold
brushstrokes. She expressed her fascination, wishing she could see the artwork in person.
Zuko chuckled knowingly.
Although Zuko’s grandmother was not a renowned artist, she had made a name for herself within artistic circles.
Her painting, The Fireflies’ Light, had fetched a staggering $30,000,000 at an auction in Centrolis over two decades
ago. Her reputation was well-known among industry insiders but less so to those outside the art world.
Living in Southeast Aciatic and maintaining a low profile, Xyla, Zuko’s grandmother, had a limited online presence,
making it difficult for her work to gain widespread recognition unless accessed through exclusive platforms
requiring VIP accounts. Hence, showcasing his grandmother’s artwork proved to be the best choice in this situation.
Zuko got Lina to turn on the computer and sent those paintings to her. “Pick one and try to copy it!”
“I’m having trouble picking!” Lina smiled happily but was nervous. “This person’s brush strokes and use of colors
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtare extraordinary. She must be a famous artist, right?”
“Not really,” he said. “I have many of her paintings.”
Lina widened her eyes.
She thought about it and realized that if Zeke could afford the paintings, the artist must not be known.
“That’s unfortunate.” Lina sighed. “Her paintings are beautiful. She should be famous!”
“It’s nothing unfortunate.” Zuko quickly prepared the canvas and brushes for her. He was worried that he would
expose something if he talked more. “P-Paint now. We’re having dinner soon.”
“Okay!” She nodded and picked The Fireflies’ Light out of all the paintings.
“The painting with fireflies is unique!” She smiled. “Violet will target me again when I’m done copying it!”
Zuko was stunned before laughing with her. ‘She sure has great taste…’
Lina began sketching with a pencil before transitioning to painting after creating a rough draft.
The process of painting proved to be quite challenging for her.
She held herself to high standards, even when copying a piece. Every detail had to be executed perfectly. She
constantly adjusted the colors on her palette, taking a long time to achieve the desired mix.
Meanwhile, Zuko found great joy in observing her work.
He eagerly attended to her needs, providing water and occasionally fanning her. He remained busy with his
gestures of support.
Suddenly, Zuko’s phone vibrated, indicating a text message from Toph. Sneaking into the corridor, he checked the
message discreetly, ensuring no one was watching before texting him back.
[What!!!]
Toph was shocked on the other side of the phone.
Zuko had merely replied with one word with three exclamation marks.
It did not seem like his usual cold behavior.
Toph hesitated as he typed with trembling hands. [I’ve sent you all of grandma’s paintings to you… but you can’t
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmeven tell me what you’re doing with them?]
Zuko: [It’s none of your business, is it?]
The mischievous Toph instantly came to a realization. [Bro, are you trying to sell grandma’s paintings to make some
money in Jangasas?]
Zuko was rendered speechless.
Toph: [It’s not like our family is poor. Why are you doing this, bro?]
Zuko: [Okay, I’m not telling you. I need them.]
After sending the text, Zuko pondered about it and texted more.
Zuko: [I might look for you again in the next few days. I need your help to let everyone on the Internet know that
grandma’s painting is being replicated!]
Toph stared at his phone screen for a long time.
He understood those words, so how come he did not understand what Zuko was trying to say?
However, since his brother had spoken, he could only follow his instructions.
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