Aurelia Shaw looked at her for a moment before following her over.
She pointed at the drawing paper and asked, "What do you think of this painting?"
She looked at the drawing paper. It depicted a garden full of roses with two butterflies intertwined, but outside the courtyard, there was no follow-up, creating a sense of emptiness.
"You didn't finish it?"
The woman shook her head.
Aurelia pondered for a moment, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "It seems like a heavily made-up painting, but it gives off a feeling of void and tragedy. These two butterflies appear to be entwined, but actually… it's more like one is abandoning the other to fly away, while the other is trying to hold on."
A touch of color and surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, "Mason Nightshade's wife is indeed different."
"You've received her compliment." Mason stepped forward, standing closely behind her. His suddenly deep voice resonated in her ears, startling her.
