The narrow storefront, no more than thirty square meters in size, had a decoration so simple and austere there was only one employee! Yet, within the short span of five years, this tiny shop had leapt to become the most famous gallery in Skaro City.
Because this store specialized in selling the paintings of Madam Bi Qing! It was the only one in the world, with no branches anywhere else!
Madam Bi Qing excelled in ink-and-wash painting, and her works were hard to come by. In five years, people had seen her paintings but not her. To this day, no one knew what she looked like, and the public media had camped out numerous times without managing to score an interview.
Jian Xi stood outside the gallery with her backpack on, looking up at the ruined signboard with a slight lift of her lips, her eyes shining.
The gallery, oh her dream, she finally did it. She no longer dyed her hands with blood; she could stand under the sunshine and smile.
