Yong Qi hadn't expected Ji Sang to ask such a question, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise.
"Did you see her?"
The pavilion wasn't visible from the main entrance.
Ji Sang nodded slightly.
Yong Qi looked out the window, towards the second floor where only some tree branches could be seen. The corners of his mouth still held a faint curve, but when he spoke about the painter, his usually calm aura seemed to be tinged with a bit of sweetness.
"Her usual recreational activity is painting."
"It's not that she dislikes interacting with others, but she prefers to be alone in a space."
"At first, her painting technique was quite immature, but over time, it became sharper and increasingly distinctive."
"Each time she finishes a painting, she only keeps it in her room for a day before asking the caretaker to throw it away."
"I found it a pity, so I had them all brought here."
"The ones hanging on this wall are just a part of them; I've kept many others as well."
