"No, it was him who helped me; otherwise, what I did would have remained as rubbish."
Facing Fu Qian's question, the artworks he had warned not to touch earlier were scattered indiscriminately across the floor.
It was clear that Rachel was not as satisfied with them as she had seemed.
"What you see is just the surface; it's far more than this cabinet and the paintings on top—"
The intense resentment in her eyes did not lessen with such actions.
"You know, this is a unified whole, right? All your actions, your reactions to threats... perfectly conceal him in the end."
Fu Qian interrupted her indifferently, gesturing around.
What's difficult to understand about this? Performance art is art too.
It was obvious that Rachel's "artistic awakening" had reached a deeper level; simple symbolism in paintings could no longer satisfy her, making her feel shallow and tasteless.
Dennis, who came to her doorstep, provided a new theme that sparked her creative enthusiasm.
