"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully checking in at the Forty-nine City Art Center, awarded top-tier painting skills!"
In an instant, creative techniques from ancient and modern painting masters surged into his mind like a torrent.
Song Yun, who was walking normally, suddenly paused and closed his eyes to slowly adapt.
"What's wrong, husband? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"
Ye Qingqing looked at Song Yun with concern and said, "If not, let's go home first; you've been working hard lately."
"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, it's fine now."
When Song Yun opened his eyes again, he could fully discern the message the artists of the paintings in the exhibition intended to convey, as well as the shortcomings in their techniques.
"Young friend, I see you have been staring at this painting for a while. Have you noticed something?"
