Every stroke of Lluna’s paintbrush brought a unique smile to her lips. The sunlight filtering through her studio’s glass wall seemed to match the bright, cheerful glow on her face. "You seem inspired today!" A voice suddenly spoke, making Lluna furrow her brows. The tip of her paintbrush pressed too hard against the canvas, ruining the line she intended to make. Her manager let out a soft chuckle. "Kasalanan mo 'to," Lluna muttered, eyes still fixed on the canvas. "I just commented, standard lang," her manager smiled, walking closer. It had been a while since they last saw Lluna painting with the curtains wide open. For him, it was definitely a good sign. "Is this your new obra?" He scanned the canvas. Lluna was just in the starting stage, but he could already tell it would turn out beautiful, especially with the positive aura radiating from her. Lluna could paint well regardless of her mood, but her work became truly magical whenever she was inspired and happy. It grew deeper, m
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