Gu Weijing's heart stirred.
He quietly listened to Miss Sakai recounting her father's story.
This was something that would never be recorded in any art journal in the world, the darkest moment in Professor Yajima's life.
In the narrative of Koizumi Katsuko, there wasn't the jolly, top-tier artist of Asia, but rather a restless young man with a broken and desolate heart.
He had never experienced anything similar to Uncle Sakai's encounter.
But Gu Weijing could still imagine, to some extent, what exactly that scene was like.
Similar incidents happen frequently in the art world.
The news repetitively reports similar stories again and again.
Some even say that in every great artist's life, they will encounter one or two friends who commit suicide.
He imagined a time when Shengzi hadn't been born yet, in that little studio in Osaka, a young painter holding a basin of charcoal, facing a blank canvas all alone.
