Her mother's eyes were black.
Qin Shu studied the photo again, inspecting it more closely. Here, her mother's eyes were as blue as the cloudless sky.
It was then she realised that what she was looking at was not a photo but a painting.
Judging from the empty space in the upper right corner, the painter had yet to complete it. It was an unfinished piece.
She only knew of a handful of people in the world who could paint such life-like portraits.
It must have been the painter who deliberately changed the colour of her mother's eyes from a rich black to a boundless blue.
Qin Hai married this mistress of his years ago and still, he kept a portrait of her mother around. Was he trying to show his love for her mother? Who was he trying to fool?
It was disgusting.
Qin Shu opened her backpack and stuffed the painting into it. She did not want to look at it any longer than she needed to.
