The dark strokes outlined the distant horizon, and the rust color that looked like dried blood depicted the dark red setting sun. There was an iron cage on the empty plain, and a little boy with bare feet and scars was imprisoned in it. The little boy also had a heavy iron chain around his neck.
Blood flowed along his body and meandered on the ground as if it was going to dye the ground under his feet red.
The anguish contrast between black and red was like a huge rock pressing down on one's heart, making it hard for one to breathe. It was no wonder Han Yin and Ji Ning had such expressions when they saw this painting.
Shen Hanxing's expression did not change. She looked as though she was admiring the most ordinary landscape painting. After examining it carefully for a while, she said, "Not bad."
There was not a hint of recoil or anything bizarre on her face.
