Chapter 892 - 886: First Meeting with Third Brother (3)

Chapter 892: Chapter 886: First Meeting with Third Brother (3)

He and Aaron Jennings were not in the same circle at all, yet he knew why Aaron had won the award.

If not for the name she shouted in her dream, he would never know what this person did, what honors he had, or his dark past.

"I heard it from my third brother."

Tiana Thorne was somewhat puzzled, "He knows Aaron Jennings too?"

Aiden Shaw solemnly said nonsense, "Yes, because they’re in the same circle, of course, he knows."

"Let’s go ahead and take a look."

"Okay."

At this time, more and more people arrived, all heading in the same direction.

Everyone was whispering and discussing.

"If you miss the central painting, you’ll regret it for a lifetime. Let’s go, once too many people arrive, you won’t be able to see it."

"Yes, after this, we need to see Mr. Castle’s art exhibition; he’s a painter I’ve admired for a long time."

"Favorite artists having exhibitions on the same day—I wonder if they know each other."

"Could they be friends despite the age difference?"

"Oh! If so, that would be exciting."

With the chatter around her, Tiana Thorne arrived at the center of the exhibition, raised her eyes, and immediately saw the painting projected on a wall.

That glance gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

In the painting, a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes lay with closed eyes, emanating an indescribable sense of peace.

The background was completely dark, with only a single candle flickering in the wind, seemingly about to burn out in the night.

For some reason, when depicting the baby, he used such a dark style.

As if this child was born into worldly suffering, and even candlelight couldn’t warm such a dark night.

"The colors of this painting feel so heavy to me."

Another person echoed, "Yes, almost like someone’s gripping my throat, breathing is difficult."

"I think this baby looks abandoned."

"I see it as commentary on life, inherently surrounded by darkness, with the candlelight as the fragile light within life."

"I think it’s about longing."

"For Aaron Jennings to paint such a piece at such a young age—is truly a masterpiece."

"Indeed, such a painting is truly rare."

"But, this isolated look is too pitiful."

"I really want to know what circumstances led Aaron Jennings to create such a painting."

Tiana Thorne looked at the baby girl in the painting and noticed a detail—the swaddling cloth had a floral pattern, which should be the fabric of the baby’s clothes.

The sight made her heart skip slightly.

The baby girl in the painting bore a resemblance to her.

"Four..."

She turned around, only to see Aiden Shaw coldly squinting at the painting, his aura gradually cooling. The light in his eyes seemed like a sharp blade, staring straight at the baby girl in the painting.

Tiana Thorne furrowed her brows, asking softly, "What’s wrong with you?"

Aiden Shaw’s Adam’s apple bobbed for a moment, his voice slightly hoarse, "Do you not think the baby girl in the painting looks like you?"

Her previous curiosity stirred again, as she listened to him before lifting her eyes to look anew.

This time, she observed more intently.

Recalling photos of her childhood in the old villa’s room with a view of Poppy.

Her eyes slightly tightened.

The baby in the painting was identical to her younger self.

No wonder, staring at it made her feel a sense of closeness.

"What does this... mean?"

Aiden Shaw’s voice was chilling, "This painting isn’t his original work."