Shui understood what he meant when she read in the news that Blooming Art Gallery was soon to be sold. She knew the art gallery's manager well enough and so the shock was evident.
The manager, Mr. Yang, would rather sell his soul than his prized gallery. It was unfathomable for her to think that he would even dream of selling the gallery.
"You are selling Blooming?"
Shui was one of the few artists who held a close relationship with him and was already standing in his office as soon as the news fell upon her ears.
Mr. Yang looked haggard. "Han Shui…Yes, I'm selling…selling…"
Tears welled in his eyes and he broke down. "I'm selling Blooming…! I don't have a heart anymore! I have sold my soul to the devil!"
"But why? How did you suddenly decide this?"
