When Jiu'er woke up again,
the portrait had been completed without her noticing.
"I am really grateful, Aimee. Come... take a look at the painting I did for you."
Amos's warm and confident voice suddenly rang out beside Jiu'er.
The homeless person was startled and looked around.
But she found Amos had appeared behind her at some point... tucking the painting back in its original place.
The other parts of the painting were covered by a red cloth. Only this small section was left uncovered for Jiu'er to see for herself.
Jiu'er looked intently and realized Amos hadn't included the prop stand in the painting.
She saw a disheveled, ragged homeless person, with one hand reaching forward as if grasping at the air, and the other hand timidly curled under their rib. Confusion and ferocity were mixed in their eyes; the gaunt ribs and sunken belly revealed their hunger and malnutrition.
Just standing there, hunched over... it evoked the image of a standing, starving wolf.
