Mrs. Chen's gallery was a success.
On the opening day, Qu Zhi also came to take a look.
Mrs. Chen was wearing a loose milky white long dress, walking slowly in the crowd, looking around as she walked. Every time she looked at these paintings, she would have new ideas. Qu Zhi felt that Mrs. Chen was now like a white butterfly, free and unfettered.
Qu Zhi's gift box had arrived the day before. Mrs. Chen glanced at it and wrapped her arms around Qu Zhi's neck. "This is amazing!"
Qu Zhi really didn't expect this. Mrs. Chen was no longer Mrs. Chen she knew. The current Mrs. Chen was the real Mrs. Chen.
Qu Zhi patted Mrs. Chen's shoulder. "Thank you for liking it."
The gallery's main color scheme was a cool color scheme, and so was the gift box. It was easy to recall this gallery at first glance.
