The room quieted. His face didn't move at first. The confident air of superiority that always surrounded him was nowhere to be seen. Then something flickered behind his furious eyes.
He took a step toward the painting. The guests subtly parted, unsure if they should stay or leave. His gaze fixed on the golden cage, on the single swallow that refused to take flight.
"…You think you understand what this means?" His voice was low but sharp. "You suddenly think you are some genius who decoded me?"
Shui stood her ground. "No. I didn't draw it to understand you. I know I still don't know anything about you. I simply drew it to remind you of what you once understood yourself."
He turned to her, anger flashing across his face like blaring sirens. "You talk as if you knew him! It was just a stupid drawing Yuhang made. It can be stupid all it wants but you had no right to draw on that memory!"
