Sabrina Hayes also didn’t expect that buying a painting would lead to questioning.
However, the old man in front of her had kind eyebrows, was very thin, and despite the makeup, he couldn’t hide his sickly condition.
Based on Sabrina Hayes’s dical experience, she felt that the person in front of her seed seriously ill.
Though he was asking her questions, his tone was very polite, so Sabrina Hayes responded politely, "I don’t think I thought too much; I just felt that this painting appealed to and resembled soone I know."
Although he appears cold and unattainable on the surface, inside he holds a gentle, ticulous side unseen by others.
The surface of this painting is indeed covered with ice and snow, but the pine under the frost is not bent by the snow on the branches, and you can still see the green leaves.
When The Devoted One holds his head high, I feel his eyes are tender, and as for why...
I think it’s because the artist himself has invested intense colors in the painting.
For example, the upper part, with the breaking dawn, is warm and dazzling, seemingly about to lt the ice and snow.
Moreover, the character’s belt is red, if he were truly heartless, how could he tie such a bright color?
Furthermore, the temple’s gate is tightly closed, the character is facing the opposite direction, in my opinion, he seems not to long for the temple, but rather... to leave this place, that glance back is a farewell, not longing."
She expressed her feelings about the painting one by one.
Upon hearing this, the old man suddenly laughed, for reasons unknown.
Sabrina Hayes heard the laughter and thought she said sothing wrong, looking a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, I don’t really understand painting, just sharing my thoughts, hope it didn’t amuse you."
The old man’s laughter was not mocking; there was a hint of brightness in his eyes, "Young lady, I am not laughing at you, I am happy."
Sabrina Hayes was stunned, "Happy?"
"Yes." The old man nodded, smiling, "This is the first ti I have heard such an interpretation, and it’s a correct one."
Sabrina Hayes was montarily dazed; this statent... conveyed a lot.
It was also at this ti Sabrina Hayes vaguely felt that this person seed sowhat familiar.
Tessa Hughes then nudged her with her finger and handed over a phone.
Sabrina Hayes glanced back and saw a personal profile on the phone.
This profile was the author of the painting, and also the elderly man in front of her.
Sabrina Hayes was sowhat surprised, and simultaneously embarrassed, "So you are Professor Felicity Quincy."
Professor Felicity Quincy nodded kindly and said, "Indeed, I’m here to sell this painting in person, hoping to et soone destined for it. Seems my luck is good!
Your interpretation aligns with the the I intended to convey.
The person in the painting is my lover, and is a portrayal of our emotions in our youth.
I had originally lost the ability to paint, but in my twilight years, reminisced about our past, hence this piece ca to life."
After hearing Professor Felicity Quincy’s words, Sabrina Hayes felt very embarrassed.
She didn’t expect her shallow interpretation would coincide with the author himself.
Fortunately, what she said was correct and saved face!
Professor Felicity Quincy seed very joyful, his eyes brightening as if having t a kindred spirit.
He said, "Young lady, you are lucky too, having t such a person, is he your lover?"
Sabrina Hayes was suddenly stunned by this, Lover...lover?
Is she referring to Mr. Fitzgerald?
"No..."
Sabrina Hayes instinctively shook her head, denying, "He is not..."
Her ears started to burn with embarrassnt.
How did this conclusion co about?
How could she and Mr. Fitzgerald be lovers?
Sabrina Hayes felt her cheeks begin to heat up.
Professor Felicity Quincy was a bit surprised at this.
He smiled and said, "Is that so? I thought so, because the way you spoke of him was different."
Even her eyes beca much gentler, hence such speculation.
Sabrina Hayes said to herself: Was there? How did I not notice?
However, this topic was really awkward to continue, so she had no choice but to further deny it, saying, "He’s just a friend, please don’t misunderstand."
Professor Felicity Quincy gave her a aningful smile, "It doesn’t matter, not now doesn’t an it will never change, wouldn’t you agree?
I won’t take up your ti, you probably have other paintings to view, it was lovely eting you."
Sabrina Hayes was relieved as the topic was finally dropped, and smilingly replied, "I feel honored to et you too."
They shook hands amiably, and Professor Felicity Quincy took his leave.
The staff continued to guide Sabrina Hayes to sign.
The art exhibition would help pack the painting and deliver it to her door.
Just as Sabrina Hayes finished the procedures, a familiar youthful voice suddenly reached her ears.
"Mommy~"
Sabrina Hayes turned in surprise and saw Jasper Fitzgerald holding Zara, standing not far away, the little girl gleefully waving at her.
Tessa Hughes also saw the pair and teased, "Oh? What a coincidence, it’s Mr. Fitzgerald!"
Jasper Fitzgerald had a calm smile, and gently said, "A bit coincidental indeed."
Then he turned to Sabrina Hayes, asking, "This business you ntioned, was coming here today?"
Sabrina Hayes suddenly felt caught, worried he’d discover her secret; her palms were starting to sweat.
Oh dear...Mr. Fitzgerald is actually here!
How long have they been here? Did he hear what I just said???
Sabrina Hayes’s ear, already warm, instantly turned red.
She felt that if he heard just now, it would be a total social disaster.
So now she could only feign calmness, walked over and said, "So you ca today to bring Zara to the art exhibit?"
"Yes." Jasper nodded, saying, "Zara likes painting, if all goes well, she’ll likely pursue this path in the future. But she can’t just practice without seeing the world; her appreciation skills must also develop.
Unexpectedly, my plans align perfectly with yours."
He glanced at the counter with deep eyes, curious, asking, "You ca to buy a painting?"
Seeing his attention on the counter, Sabrina Hayes felt more uneasy.
However, there was no point lying, so she could only nod and say, "Yes... I happened to like a painting."
Jasper Fitzgerald didn’t ask which painting she liked, instead asking, "So, are you leaving?"
Before Sabrina Hayes could speak, Tessa Hughes quickly said, "Yes, but I’m leaving; I just got a call, sothing ca up, I need to go first.
As for Sabrina, she hasn’t finished viewing, we just arrived not long ago. Since you’ve bumped into each other, why doesn’t Sabrina accompany Mr. Fitzgerald, then I won’t feel bad for leaving her hanging."
Sabrina Hayes looked a bit stunned hearing this, "When did you..."
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