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."

pretty deep. It's

focus on your studies instead of overthinking grown-up

...

Hastings' expression turned icy. "That's enough. All of

to him. Someone scowled. "Hey,

when Citrine grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back. Whatever he'd been about

began to

That suggests the sun

the sand around the ocean is already parched and sprouting 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 drying the sea, shrinking it bit by bit, and the creatures are dying as it

thin layer of ice on the sea-it's painted in pale, almost transparent colors. That tells us it isn't real. The ice is an illusion, something the mermaid imagines as a shield against the sun, a weapon in this battle. The mermaid hopes

up this ice to fight

Citrine finished, the room fell silent. For a moment, everyone just stared,

if on cue,

kid. That's some insight.

first, but after

...

wasn't just the

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