"If an artwork is excellent enough on its own, then any defamation against it is just like a fly being swept away by a horse's tail; insignificant and not worth mentioning. Beauty itself is the most direct weapon a painter possesses to reach the heart."
Koizumi Katsuko's tone was gentle, like coaxing a child.
She mistakenly thought Gu Weijing's loss of composure was simply because he saw Detective Cat being oppressed, causing a sense of sadness from the bottom of his heart like the mourning of Spring and Autumn for the dead rabbit and fox.
An artist without connections wants to stand out and must watch the face of the heavens.
You sit at home eating hotpot, singing songs, happily painting, only to be casually slapped dead by any bigwig who finds you bothersome.
Koizumi Katsuko thought.
Gu Weijing really didn't need to worry about that kind of problem.
She would take good care of him.
