Dai Lin's heart suddenly tightened when he heard this.
"You mean..."
"Yes. I saw the exact same painting, that woman, no, I should say ghost. On the painting, most of her clothes were rotten, and the chest area had almost turned to bones, but the rest... was all the same!"
Could such things actually happen?
"Could it be a coincidence?"
"Absolutely not! Those paintings from back then were all locked up by my parents afterward, it was impossible for anyone else to have had access to them... So, I want to know how exactly that artist managed to paint that picture..."
For Dai Ming, his dream had been bizarrely cut short like this, and afterward, he could only, like everyone else, partake in the grueling college entrance examination, and he only managed to get into an associate degree program, a world apart from his cousin Dai Lin.
No matter what, he wanted to find out why he would encounter such a peculiar psychological barrier while painting.
