A dwarf in past life, but an artistic genius in this life

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"Did you draw this picture?"

When Grandma Youngshim asked again, Junghwan first turned his head toward the spare bed.

Fortunately, his mother was absent, possibly out working a night shift.

"Yes, I drew it."

"Can I see your hands?"

Junghwan obediently held out his hands.

Grandma Youngshim stared at his pale hands as if she were a jeweler inspecting a rare gem.

After a long, silent pause, she finally spoke.

"That's strange. These aren't the hands of someone who's drawn much, yet the lines you drew here... they carry the scent of fruit that has ripened completely. Did you really draw this? Or did you just copy the one I drew?"

"Yes, I copied it."

However, Grandma Youngshim wasn't ready to let go of her doubts.

Her suspicion was only natural.

No matter how closely she examined the drawing, it didn't seem like the work of a typical twelve-year-old child.

Junghwan didn't offer any further explanation.

'Seeing it with her own eyes will be quicker than a hundred words.'

He lightly grasped a pencil and drew a line on the paper.

Grandma Youngshim's eyes widened.

Junghwan was sketching with such a delicate touch, using only the pencil's weight to create soft lines.

'This boy...'

Children usually have trouble controlling their hand strength and often press their pencils down too hard.

But Junghwan effortlessly adjusted his pressure, drawing smooth, controlled lines.

The most surprising thing, however, was something else entirely.

There wasn't a single unnecessary line in his sketch.

Those rough strokes quickly came together to form the shape of a person.

"A small scar by the right eye, and a black mark on the earlobe."

Junghwan effortlessly sketched a portrait that closely resembled Grandma Youngshim.

Though it was well done, he didn't look satisfied.

"This isn't your younger sibling."

"What makes you think that?"

"It just feels wrong. It's as if I've drawn someone who doesn't exist."

Hearing Junghwan's comment, Grandma Youngshim let out a soft chuckle.

"Hoho! You really see all sorts of things as you grow old. I've met countless people who've spent their lives with brushes and pencils, but you're the first kid like this."

Junghwan quietly observed her hands as she covered her laughter.

Her hands, gnarled and wrinkled, bore the marks of a hard life.

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Yet, despite everything, there were no signs that these hands had ever held a brush or pencil.

"Did you ever draw?"

"No, but my younger sister, Youngjoo, loved to draw."

When she mentioned her sister's name, Grandma Youngshim's eyes welled with tears, slowly turning red like a sunset.