For the next ten minutes before the opening, Autumn noticed the empty space in the middle of our paintings.
"What's this for?"
Damien ordered someone to bring in the painting, the one Autumn had shown me earlier.
Unlike all the other paintings in the gallery, this piece was free and passionately exuberant, with the rich essence of life displayed vividly throughout the work.
"Place it there, it's the most suitable spot."
Autumn being cyberbullied was my fault, so when Damien contacted me to ask if this painting could be placed in the center, I readily agreed.
On one hand, I felt guilty; on the other, I truly believed it was fitting.
This painting wasn't just a reflection of Autumn's inner world, but also my own longing.
With the knot in my heart untangled, I no longer wanted to be trapped in gloomy introspection.
Autumn immediately knew whose idea it was, her cheeks flushed red as she angrily went to punch Damien.
"But this painting isn't very good."