Chapter 372

"The mermaid must be hoping the sun will melt the frozen lake, so it can be reborn."

A round of applause broke out among the crowd who heard this explanation.

"Sir, you really are brilliant. That interpretation is fantastic."

"I'm sure the artist's intention is pretty much what you just said."

Citrine stood at the front, listening to everyone, her face completely impassive.

Hastings noticed her silence and leaned in, asking, "What do you think?"

Citrine stared at the painting for a long moment before finally speaking. "It's a struggle."

"The sun and the mermaid are locked in a battle."

Hastings blinked, momentarily taken aback.

Someone nearby overheard Citrine's comment and chuckled. "Sweetheart, you're awfully young. It's normal you don't understand art, but don't just make things up."

painting is pretty deep. It's not

on your studies instead of overthinking grown-up

...

turned icy. "That's

crowd's attention snapped to him. Someone scowled. "Hey, who do you think you

retort when Citrine grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back. Whatever he'd been about to say died on

Citrine began to speak,

painted the sun very close to the water, but instead of bright colors, he used black. That suggests the sun

grass. Further out, there's nothing but scattered stones, and on those stones, fish are leaping and struggling, barely alive. It means the sun is

an illusion, something the mermaid imagines as a shield against the sun, a weapon in this

want to die under the blazing sun, so it dreams up this ice to fight back. It's a game of strategy-a battle of wills between the sun

silent. For a moment,

on cue,

some insight. You're

first, but

...

wasn't just the crowd-Hastings

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