Upon hearing this, Robert Miller understood. To Mr. Castle, this painting was not just art; it was an emotion.
Robert Miller was sixty-seven, but in front of his idol, he was like an ignorant youth, unwilling to pass up any chance to speak with him.
He asked again, "Why do you want to exhibit it today?"
"Because that important person is here today."
Rather than saying the exhibition was for art fans, it's more accurate to say it was just for Tiana.
The two elderly men walking behind saw Robert Miller constantly speaking with Mr. Castle, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.
If, from the beginning, they had been like Robert Miller, things wouldn't have evolved into what they are now.
At the very least, they could have exchanged a few words with the admired Mr. Castle.
Instead of being isolated.
Being disliked by an idol, that feeling is truly unbearable.
"Here we are."
At the center of the showroom, a painting hung on the glass wall.
Everyone gazed over.
"Wow."
