The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

Su Heng knew from the time he could remember that he didn't need to worry about money.

His father and mother both came from powerful families, and their marriage was not just a simple family alliance. They were childhood sweethearts and truly loved each other, so they doted on their children. The family atmosphere was wonderful and enviable.

Su Heng's older sister is a very capable and gentle person. She was raised as an heir from a young age. Two years after she graduated from university, Su's parents handed over the company to her and then went to travel around the world.

Su Heng, being ten years younger than her and her only brother, received a lot of affection.

Based on all of the above, there is nothing he cannot obtain if he desires it.

Perhaps because he obtained these things so effortlessly, Su Heng never truly put in any effort for anything and only had a fleeting interest in everything.

When he was little, he could beg his parents to buy him a piano on the first day, but he could also smash it on the third day. One second he would sign up for dance class, and the next he could skip class.

For a long time, Su Heng didn't care much about this. He had plenty to eat, drink, and play, so why should he care about these trivial matters?

But at some point, he suddenly began to ponder the meaning of his existence.

Clearly, he is rich and powerful, loved by his parents, good-looking, has friends, and admirers.

He possessed what most people spend their entire lives pursuing from birth, and it came to him effortlessly.

But what if we remove all of these?

Aside from the identity of the Su family's son given to him by his parents, and this appearance that conforms to worldly aesthetics, what exactly does he himself possess?

He was troubled by this problem for a long time and thought about it for a long time, but he was horrified to find that he had nothing.

He was neither outstanding in academics nor in sports, and even his personality was not likable.

If he loses all that he was born with, then he is undoubtedly a useless person.

His existence brought no benefit to the world, he died and no one remembered him, and he didn't even have a single likable quality.

Sometimes he felt that thinking about these things was just making trouble for himself, but he was always bothered by these questions.

Even he couldn't explain why.

Just when Su Heng was being torn apart by these problems, he fell in love with art.

He couldn't say whether it was because of the art exhibition or the natural scenery, but he suddenly fell in love with it.

When he is immersed in painting, the questions that keep looping in his mind like the whispers of demons disappear completely at that moment.

He had no reason not to love it; he devoted himself to it, neglecting sleep and meals, and was proud of his paintings.

When his paintings were recognized by industry professionals and won awards, the joy he felt was indescribable.

For a long time, he took this as his life goal and was determined to become a great painter.

Until last year's painting competition, when he won the championship and received envious glances and enthusiastic congratulations from others, he couldn't be happy at all.

The second-place painting completely destroyed the confidence he had been building since he started painting.

To be fair, in terms of painting skills and the depiction of details, he did indeed do a better job, but the second-place painting had something that he didn't have and couldn't paint.

That is emotion.

When he first saw the painting, he was shocked—yes, he used the very exaggerated word "shocked."

In fact, he was truly shocked, because he stood in front of that picture for a full hour.

The painting depicts a little girl standing with her arms crossed on the top stone steps in a sunlit garden. The steps, about a dozen in number, are covered in green moss. The handrails on either side of the stairs are made of yellow-green vines. About a dozen meters to her left and right stand two pillars, which are brown, close to the color of tree bark, but they don't look like trees at all. Instead, they look like tightly twisted ropes.

The little girl has long hair hanging down, smiles, and reveals two dimples. Her eyes are drawn large and bright, and her movements are flawless. Overall, she looks like a perfect doll, but her eyes are so lively that they make her full of life and not just a painting.

The painting uses mostly warm colors, the weather is sunny, the scenery is vibrant, and the people are smiling. Anyone who looks at it for the first time will feel warm.

However, when Su Heng saw the painting, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression. Because of this oppression, he stood in front of it for a long time but could not find the source of the oppression.

He later realized that this was perhaps the beauty of the painting, and it was precisely this beauty that made him feel ashamed of his own work.

He may reach the pinnacle of skill in his lifetime, but he will make sure he doesn't infuse his own emotions into the painting like the artist did.

In fact, reaching the pinnacle of his skills already makes him a remarkable painter, yet he inexplicably fell into self-loathing again.

He tried to convince himself that his painting was the one that everyone considered the best, and that the best painting must have something special about it to be considered the best.

Ultimately, that feeling might just be his delusion; what good is it if only he believes it?

But why can't he be as confident as before?

Why was he so convinced that the artist of this painting was the true first?

Why did the devil's whispers echo in his mind again after so many years?

He couldn't find the answer, just like before, and the only tranquilizer that could alleviate his pain could no longer calm him down; instead, it made him even more miserable.

He couldn't concentrate; he couldn't paint anymore.

Perhaps to escape the pain of being alone, he would play whenever he had free time, playing basketball with his team, playing video games with friends, or attending social events. In short, he made sure he never had a moment to relax.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't concentrate; he became indecisive again.

He became that useless person again.