Returning the Name

The day Lin Jing discovered her husband was cheating, she didn’t make a scene. She calmly accepted an invitation from an art gallery and began creating in secret. Everyone thought she was weak, and even her husband remained completely at ease. Until the woman he was having an affair with, an aloof poet, stood before Lin Jing’s painting, her face deathly pale. On the canvas was no landscape, no still life, but the most sordid secret shared by the three of them.