"Where did you acquire this?"
In Lina's entire galleria, she only displayed artwork, sculptures, structures, and everything that the eyes could see. Not a single passage or poem was found in her galleria, except two. There were no remnants of Lina's background as a Yang, except these lone words.
Lina stopped beside a couple. She stared the single phrase in the eye. A melancholy washed over her. They said she was much like her predecessors. The Yang family always cherished their daughters, seldom the sons.
Lina's attention swept to the first piece.
'From a grandfather to granddaughter he raised: Xiao Fei, don't fly away from the nest so quickly.'
Then, Lina's attention went to the second.
'From a grandmother to a granddaughter she sold as an animal: Darling, you have such a pretty face, make me proud.'
