However, the woman in the middle was crying.

  She stood in the sea of ??flowers, looking at the front. Surrounded by gorgeous flowers, there was sadness at the bottom of her eyes. Bright and beautiful scenery with sorrowful expression, these two diametrically opposed styles actually existed in the same painting.

  Ye Sui felt odd.

  A little girl was standing in front of Ye Sui. She pulled her mother’s clothes and pointed at the woman in the photo, whispering, “Mom, why is this sister unhappy?”


  The girl’s mother shook her head. “Who knows.”


  Ye Sui thought that she wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

  At this time, the voice of the discussion sounded. A person said, “I saw this painting ten years ago, and I clearly remember that the woman in the painting seemed to be smiling at that time, not so sad as now.”


  “However, it may be that I have made a mistake. How can the people in the painting change their expressions? It is impossible to change from smiling to crying for no reason.”


  Ye Sui looked at Chen Shu. “How could the portrait cry on its own? This is too strange.”


  Chen Shu was silent for a few seconds. “The time is too long. Maybe he really remembered it wrong.”