Yun Yuwan's flower art exhibition ended smoothly, probably because it was located in the city center and the art gallery had promoted it on their official WeChat account and Weibo. Yun Yuwan had also invested in local topic popularity on major platforms ahead of time, attracting quite a few people.
Especially at the end of the exhibition corridor, where people were constantly taking pictures of the installation, striking various poses next to the artwork.
It was an entire wall, a large crack in the white, aged wall of Rose Factory from which a cluster of gorgeous roses were blooming—it was where the heart opened up. At the base of the wall, there was a cloud made of cotton, continuously spreading out like dry ice.
Strangled by branches and leaves, filled with thorns and bright red flowers, it was a sight too beautiful to behold—roses red as blood, jagged leaves green as a lake, and densely packed sharp thorns as pointed as icicles.
