The Capital Art Academy, Chiang Xiao had visited in her previous life.
This place had once been where she longed to be, and when the academy hosted temporary exhibitions, they would occasionally hire temporary workers—she had even interviewed for a position. At that time, the academy wanted to hire several shrewd and sweet receptionists who, if any visitor required, would explain the life stories of the exhibiting painters and the highlights of their works.
But Chiang Xiao hadn't been chosen then.
The reason was that she looked dispirited, to put it simply, very gloomy, and unsuitable for such a receptionist role.
Back then, as she gazed at the paintings in the exhibition hall, she also dreamed of the day when her own work would hang there.
Yet, the one whose paintings ended up in this gallery was Ye Wanqing. The name at the bottom of the paintings was Ye Wanqing, not Chiang Xiao, not Xiao Chiang.
How foolish had she been back then!
