บท 170: Paintings of Him

February 7, 20XX (Thursday)

The Palace Residency- Condominiums

Mei Li faced the canvas with a face full of eagerness. It has been a while that she had picked up the brush and started painting. When Yang had started to go back to work and begun to tackle the towel-like paperwork in his desk, Mei Li had taken this chance to go back to her condo. It was time for her to do so too because one more minute with Yang and she would have used his hair as a paintbrush and his blood as paint.

Painting was not just her work; it was also her hobby and her stress-reliever. She breathed, loudly. Mei Li's hand dipped the clean brush into grey and started to make bold strokes on the canvas as if the image was already in her mind. Her movement turned fluid and her strokes alternated between bold or light and long or short. Seconds became hours fast as her state of mind entered into a peaceful and calm place.