"To make a good painting, you must have a heart in the painting. How come there is only one emotion in the human heart? There should be hatred, resentment, regret of not getting what you want, and endless regret of loss!"
Bai An watched with trembling eyes as Mingzhu's father made her hair into a brush, peeled off her skin and dried it into drawing paper, extracted her bones and ground them into drawing scrolls, and finally ground her flesh and blood into ink, and restored Mingzhu stroke by stroke.
The pearl in the painting has half-closed eyes, a sad expression, and her facial features are still as delicate as when she was alive.
