When Xie Qingjiu followed Qiao Youqi to the art gallery, the painting of the bathtub had already been put on display. The girl’s porcelain-white skin, the hand resting injured against the edge of the tub, the body curled in terror, and the vulnerable, wet-eyed gaze—Xie Qingjiu felt a wave of visceral discomfort. The person in the painting used her feminine fragility and brokenness to satisfy everyone who looked at it, framing it as a form of beauty.
But this couldn’t possibly be her. She had a strong urge to roll her eyes. She wanted to say that although the painting was indeed based on her, she was nothing like that; it was entirely a man’s fantasy.
However, judging by the way the people around her were looking at her, she knew it would be meaningless to argue. Besides, after being sick for over a week and losing seven pounds, she felt listless and drained—she looked exactly like the corpse-like figure in the painting.
Chapter 64