A cigarette only lasted a few minutes.
Jiang Shuyao didn't plan on waiting for Pei Yan; she wandered alone along the quiet corridor, appreciating the various artworks on either side.
She stopped at each piece, even studying them closely to analyze the gap between herself and professional art students.
Of course, Jiang Shuyao didn't realize that "Dawn" had become the center of attention.
From the crowd ahead, she faintly heard sighs and expressions of amazement.
"It really captures such a profound atmosphere."
"Yes, just one look and you're deeply drawn in. How did she manage to do that?"
"I wonder if the person in the painting is real or fictional."
"It's probably fictional. With the pandemic being serious, so many touching incidents happened around us; I guess she wanted to express her respect for medical professionals."
Medical professionals...
Jiang Shuyao unconsciously stopped in her tracks and turned her gaze towards a nearby window.
