Foreseeing Death

Foreseeing Death

There weren't many people in the exhibition hall. At a time like this, few had the leisure to look at paintings, so most of those present were players. There were more than ten people around Jiang Jiang alone.

"Miss Jiang Jiang, your paintings are truly wonderful. I'm not a player, but even I can see the compassion and serenity in them." A potbellied middle-aged man clutched her hand and refused to let go. "Those who say your work lacks depth are the ones without any depth. Your paintings are full of compassion—you're practically a living deity!"

Even the players nearby couldn't stand to hear that. One of them stepped forward and gestured for him to let go.

The middle-aged man reluctantly released her hand, then pulled over a young man beside him. "This is my son. He just became a player, and he's your fan. You have to sign a painting for him later!"

The young man gazed at Jiang Jiang with barely contained excitement. She nodded with a faint smile, said, "Excuse me," and went to speak with someone else.

The ignored middle-aged man looked displeased, but quickly composed himself. He put an arm around his son's shoulders and led him aside. "We'll buy four or five of her paintings later. Surely she'll chat with you a little longer for the sake of the sale."

As they were talking, someone bumped into his son. The middle-aged man snapped, "The place is huge. Are you blind?"

Unfortunately, the other person paid him no mind. Though the woman looked to be of some means, she seemed mentally unwell. Ignoring the crowd, she walked straight toward Jiang Jiang.

Some players had already noticed her odd behavior, and two had come over to stop her. The woman didn't try to force