Chiang Xiao moved closer again to examine the mural.
Then she noticed a table in the painting, the only one seated with just one person. That person was dressed in flowing garments, their long sleeves trailing on the ground, their head crowned with a veil cap, their face covered by a lifted veil. They were looking down, so only a chin was visible.
Logically, this figure should have been quite conspicuous in the entire painting, but strangely, she had already scanned over the whole painting before and had not noticed this table or person at all.
But this time she saw it, and it was as if the figure had taken root in her eyes. She moved her gaze away and then looked back at the painting, no matter how many times, the first thing she saw was this person—immediately noticing him and ignoring everything else.
His hand rested on the table, and something seemed to peek out from beneath his palm.
Filled with curiosity, Chiang Xiao leaned in even closer.