The silence in the conference room was so heavy that one could hear breathing.
An Luowei had asked for a drawing board. Assistant Zhang, in shock, had someone bring in a large portable whiteboard.
More than twenty pairs of "sly fox" eyes focused on her. They were waiting. They had seen her tear up the trillion-dollar sketch. Now they wanted to see what kind of farce she, a "thief" who had been exposed, would perform next.
Lu Beichen sat in the main seat, his hands clasped together, his eyes deep, no one could guess what he was thinking.
An Luowei did not look at anyone.
She closed her eyes for a second.
When she opened her eyes, it was no longer the trembling An Luowei, nor the hateful Weiwei.
It was... the Flower God.
A noble, otherworldly, and proud creative aura suddenly enveloped her. She picked up the black brush.
"You said... I stole the 'logo'." Her voice was clear and cold. "You're wrong. Tinh Nguyet... is not a 'logo'. It's a 'soul'."
Her hand moved.
She didn't redraw the moon. She didn't redraw the peach blossom. That was the 'form' that 'Ghost' had copied.
She put down the brush, drawing a soft curve.
"This is a leaf."
Everyone frowned. Leaf?
Then, she drew... a dewdrop, condensing on the tip of that leaf.
"And this," she whispered, "is 'Tinh' (Star)."
"What? A dewdrop?" Shareholder Liu muttered.
"You want 'The Essence of the Dew', the essence of heaven and earth, right?" An Luo Wei said, as if she were lost in her own world. "It's not a star in the sky. It's a drop of morning dew, capturing the essence of the universe."
Her hands moved faster.
Inside the dew drop... she drew a reflection.
She drew a crescent moon (Moon) reflecting sparklingly... inside the dew drop.
And next to the moon, was a faint reflection... of a peach blossom petal.
The entire conference room held its breath.
The sketch of "Ghost" was the Moon embracing the Petal. A dead image.
An Luo Wei's sketch... was the Dew Drop (Tinh) reflecting both the Moon (Moon) and the Petal (Memory).
It was a picture... alive.
"Do you see the difference?" An Luo Wei's voice rang out, full of authority.
"That copy... is 'imprisonment'. It uses Time (Moon) to 'embrace', 'imprison' Memory (petal). It's heavy, dark, and full of regret." (She unconsciously glanced at Luc Bac Than).
"But the real 'soul' of Tinh Nguyet," she pointed at the dewdrop, "is 'reflection'."
"It is the moment when Memory (petal) and Eternity (Moon) meet... within the Essence (dewdrop). It doesn't imprison. It 'honors' that moment. It's light, it's pure, it's free."
She put down her pen.
"This..." She looked straight at the petrified shareholders. "Can you... 'steal' it?"
No one was speechless.
The sketch of "Ghost", compared to this, was just a cheap, soulless painting.
As for the painting before their eyes... it wasn't a logo. It was a poem. It was philosophy. It was... "transcendent".
Shareholder Liu, who had been screaming the loudest, stood up trembling. "Oh... oh my..." He muttered. "This... this is... Eternal Star Moon!"
"The 'Ghost' version is trash! Compared to this, it's trash!"
"Madam Lu... no, Assistant An... you... you're a genius!"
Lu Beichen didn't say anything. He didn't hear their whispers.
He just stared at the painting.
He recognized it.
He recognized this scene.
This was a scene from the Peach Garden of Memories.
That night, after he finished brewing the first batch of "Tinh Hoa Lo" for her, she whispered: "Canh, look... in this dew drop, there is you, me, and the moon..."
She...
She didn't just remember the pain.
She... was also remembering their happy memories.
Her Flower God soul... was using this method to tell him... she still remembered.
Luc Bac Than's heart, which had been frozen because of the cold war, suddenly beat strongly. He looked at her, his eyes no longer challenging, but filled with shock, pride, and a love... deep and bottomless.
He had awakened a sleeping Flower God. A radiant, proud, and... uncaged Flower God.
An Lac Vi wiped her hands, she didn't look at the cheering crowd. She looked straight at Luc Bac Than.
Her eyes were cold, but full of pride.
"Now then, Mr. Luc," she said, her voice clear. "Do you still need me to 'explain' about the 'stealing' scandal?"
She had won. She had won completely.