Huo Siyu brought Shen Li a gift—a painting, an abstract Picasso, definitely an original.
Shen Li held it and looked at it for a long time, her expression very perplexed. First of all, she couldn't understand abstract art; she simply lacked that sort of artistic sense. Second, she couldn't comprehend why Huo Siyu would give her this gift. Did he really think she loved art, or especially abstract art?
"Do you like it?" Huo Siyu asked with a smile, his face and demeanor very serious.
Shen Li looked down at the painting again, it was too abstract and completely incomprehensible. But when she looked up and saw Huo Siyu's earnest face, certain he wasn't using the painting as a joke, she said, "It's quite good, a master's work."
Having said that, Shen Li passed the painting to the maid beside her, saying, "Please hang it up."
Watching Shen Li's expression, Huo Siyu said, "You don't seem to really like it?"
