Fairy Tale Chronicles - Volume 1, Chapter 12

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink.I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth.Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

Going back to middle school days, when my father was still alive, and my mother had not passed away.Luo Ye made up her mind to become the pride of her family, the support of her lover, and the reliance of her friends.