"Well…" Xiao Zhan grinned. "I've never thought of it like that. I'm also an artist." He explained. "I want to share the art of our people with our people. There are no other ulterior motives."
The lazy sketching resumed. "You haven't seen my work yet to tell if it's good or not." "True. But I can tell."
"Tell what?" asked the mystery artist. "That it's good."
He shrugged. "It could be worse, and it could be better. I'll get better eventually." He studied Xiao
Zhan's face. "Are you in the industry?"
Xiao Zhan been asked that question before, multiple times over the years. Maybe he would have been, if he hadn't been married to Jason. "No." But he also didn't think a life in the entertainment industry suited him. In his old age, quiet, cold, and darkness, suited his lifestyle poignantly.
