The 99th Divorce

Just as Yu Lili was about to say more, she was dragged off by Ou Ming, and the both of them headed further inside.

Yu Lili couldn’t comprehend his actions and so looked questioning at Ou Ming.

Ou Ming footsteps were a little quick, and he let out a breath when he had finally pulled her away. “Silly lady. You were being too rash. If they want to snap a photograph, just let them! Approaching them that way could have resulted in us being recognized.”

When Yu Lili heard that, her reaction was immediate. In her shock, whatever she was about to say died in her throat. “I’d forgotten…” she stated, feeling a little upset.

There was nothing Ou Ming could do except to hold her hand and lead her further inside.

The art exhibition center was gigantic, and there were numerous paintings hanging all around. As Yu Lili and Ou Ming made their way around, they were both captivated by the different paintings that all possessed the same element of beauty. Regardless of whether it was because of the technique or the color scheme, each and every piece had them enthralled.

It was New Year’s Eve tonight, and there were many people in Kingstown. But not just anyone could gain entry to an art exhibition like this one. Although the number of people around wasn’t small by any means, it was still a lot more serene compared to the teeming crowds outside.

When Yu Lili saw that they were reaching the end of the exhibition, a sense of reluctance came over her. Every piece of art contained such an exquisite sense of beauty.

“There’s another piece here!” someone announced from behind. Instinctively, Yu Lili turned to look.

It was a young lady who was dressed extravagantly. When everyone heard the young lady’s words, they all rushed forward. But the audience’s reaction towards this piece was unlike their reactions to all the other pieces. They only spared it a few glances and then walked off.

A second group from the back went forward as well, with the same reaction.

Yu Lili couldn’t resist going nearer to the painting.

All the previous paintings were bold, colorful, and full of personality. Judging from those paintings, one could tell that the artist led a vagrant life and was an extremely bold and uninhibited person. Most of the paintings had been of women, and some of them had been of a naked man and woman entwined with each other.

Bold. Beautiful. Sensual.

But this last painting was a lot simpler than any of the others before it. In fact, one could say that it stood out like a sore thumb.

Yu Lili heard Ou Ming make a questioning sound, and she automatically made her way forward to scrutinize the painting in greater detail.

The whole painting was covered in different shades of beige throughout the whole canvas. Right in the middle, the beige color had gradually become light brown—it was a light brown umbilical cord that was joined to a newborn sucking his thumb. The baby’s eyes were still shut, and its body was still tainted with unwashed blood.

The strokes of this painting differed greatly from those of the previous paintings. The strokes were extremely fine, and the color was dark. Even the color schemes and painting techniques were different.

It was almost as if it had been painted by a completely different person.

When Ou Ming saw this, he raised his eyebrows and asked, “This can’t have been painted by the same person, right? The difference in style is too great.”

Yu Lili looked on at the painting and replied, “It’s painted by the same person.” She stepped even closer and looked at the canvas.

“The painting is completely beige, but the canvas does not look recent. It was probably painted a long time ago.”

“What do you know?” a loud voice rang out without any warning.

The voice sounded very familiar, and both Ou Ming and Yu Lili were stunned. Yu Lili received a fright, but Ou Ming on the other hand…