The painting in Ji Liancheng's home was the same, all the vines were struggling. If you didn't look closely, you'd really think they had broken through the darkness. But they hadn't at all, they were still in the darkness...
"I don't really understand your paintings either; I was just describing how I felt after seeing them. The feeling is that your paintings are searching for the energy of life."
Guan Qi seemed shocked for a moment. "Everyone thinks my paintings are inspirational, full of struggle against constraints, full of the power of life. Even when trapped in a desperate situation, they are still striving to find vitality, never giving up. You are the first person to say my paintings are full of despair."
"Ah, I see." Lin Zhi realized her paintings could indeed be interpreted in the way she mentioned.
"I really don't understand art. I said your paintings were all about despair, but it turns out I misunderstood."
"No, you are right!" Guan Qi suddenly said.