Chen Jing noticed the change in her through the rearview mirror and spoke softly. "You should describe that painting to me in detail..."
Her pupils turned red again, faintly resembling two Crimson Moons in her eyes.
After hearing her, Xu Xiao Xiao grew somewhat dazed again and began to recount it woodenly. "It was a red oil painting. It wasn't created by any famous artist, and there was no creator's name on the back, but... but the painting was so beautiful..."
"Painted on it was a chaotic city. The lights had all begun to sway, and everyone was running and slaughtering one another. All order had completely vanished. Only distortion and chaos remained in the city. Above the city, occupying about one-third of the entire painting, was... was a Crimson Moon. It quietly gazed down at the city below..."
"It was so beautiful..."
An entranced expression actually appeared on Xu Xiao Xiao's dazed face. "In the past, whenever I appraised a work of art, I would only look at its materials, how widely it had circulated before the Cataclysm, its price before the Cataclysm, and its creator... But, but it wasn't until I saw that oil painting that I realized those things weren't important... None of them were important..."
"What mattered was the feeling of beauty it possessed to the extreme..."
"It was as if an artist had been sitting quietly by the window with a paintbrush in hand at the moment the Crimson Moon descended and everyone began to go mad, preserving all the shock and beauty of that instant when the Crimson Moon appeared on the canvas..."
"..."
Her voice had originally been wooden, lacking even the slightest rise or fall, offering only a dry narration.
Yet when she spoke of the painting, it was inexplicably filled with