"Most people's first impression upon seeing this painting is 'division.'"
"This feeling stems from the vertical line in the painting. It decisively cuts the entire canvas in two, making the left and right sides embody utterly different opposing forces. Like the yin-yang symbol, it is whole yet filled with duality—from light to darkness, from life to death... This is also what the artist wished to convey. She wanted to evoke a sense of contradiction rooted deep within everyone's heart..."
Thomas went on and on with his analysis of "Swan."
Zheng Qing let out a huge yawn.
He did not have an artistic bone in his body, and he was even less appreciative of abstract art. On top of that, the painting's creator was a mystic he was quite wary of—without exaggeration, the only reason Zheng Qing was still here was because he had been tied up.
"Why don't you just tell me why Gan Ning, and the others, joined the Ravens?" The young test subject finally could not stand the laboratory owner's rambling any longer and interrupted him.
He had never known Thomas had this sort of hobby.
Or perhaps Thomas merely wanted to show off before Nikita like a peacock spreading its tail.
The wizard in white gave the person tied to the table a reproachful look. After putting away the second full Blood Pack, he finally showed mercy and sped things up a little.
Both the experiment and the conversation.
"Like last time, I'll take a small piece of flesh from your arm. Besides that, I'll take a patch of skin from your inner thigh, as well as your appendix."
The cold scalpel, coupled with the sudden shift in topic, raised goosebumps all over Zheng Qing's body.
The good news was that it sounded like the slicing would