Chapter 8 Zihua Lane
Zihua Lane is the art district of Mai City. It has a top-tier art academy and over a dozen galleries ranked in the top fifty worldwide. Those who go there are usually students, artists, or collectors.
Why would someone like Brother Yan Chen, a businessman who made a living off others' blood, suddenly want to cultivate his artistic sensibilities?
The deep winter sky was devoid of sunlight, and a red figure hurried along the snow-covered street.
Gu Qimiao's long black hair was simply tied at the back as she carried a painting frame about a meter wide on her shoulder. She was slightly out of breath, and her nose was visibly red from the cold.
She was jogging, somewhat anxiously, with her vision obstructed by the painting frame on her shoulder.
The gallery where she worked was in a relatively secluded part of Zihua Lane, a place where both people and cars were usually sparse.
Gu Qimiao walked with her head down, crossing halfway through the crosswalk before realizing she was in the middle of the road. She then looked around to see if there were any cars nearby.
As she turned her head, the piercing sound of a horn reached her ears, and a black business car rushed into her sight...
"Screech—" A loud noise echoed.