But at that moment, everyone's attention was focused on the several paintings spread across the table. They were strange: each depicted only a horse, and they were all exactly alike, as if they had been copied.
Stranger still, staring at the paintings gave everyone an indescribable, unpleasant feeling. Something about them seemed out of harmony.
"The shading is wrong." Jiang Cheng pointed toward the space behind the horse without touching the painting, his tone unusually serious. "There should be something here, but for some reason, the artist didn't paint it. He just sketched in a few strokes, which made the whole painting feel heavier in the foreground and lighter in the background. The depth is broken."
After Jiang Cheng explained it, the Fatty's tightly furrowed brows relaxed. It didn't matter that he couldn't understand the painting, as long as the doctor could. The two of them were on the same team.
"Why did this person paint so many identical pictures?" someone asked.
Luo Tianhe's gaze roamed over the paintings. Dressed in a gray robe, he seemed to fit this study in a subtle way, as if he belonged to this era.
"He didn't paint so many pictures. These paintings... were all copied from the original." Luo Tianhe lifted his head and spoke slowly.
Before he had finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside the door. Everyone immediately left the room and pulled the door almost shut. They had barely finished when Madam Su arrived. "Masters, what are you doing here?"
"We were discussing Old Master Su's condition. He seems very sensitive to sound, and we were worried that talking outside his room might disturb his rest, so we moved farther away," Lin Qianqian said softly. Her answer was flawless.
The Fatty sensed something familiar about Lin Qianqian. She reminded him a little