"Lydia Sander, why are you just standing there?"

Emily stood before the photo for a long time, silent and introspective. Her eyelids slightly drooped, her eyes filled with a dense emotion as if her soul had merged into the picture, seeking answers from the lovers depicted.

...

"You lost!"

At the glass railing on the second floor of the exhibition hall, Stacey extended her hand towards Murray, "A bet's a bet."

Murray chuckled softly, lightly tapping her open palm in acknowledgment.

They had made a bet earlier, with Murray asserting that no one here would genuinely appreciate the art itself, but rather, they were more interested in the Zechariah family's event.

Stacey Zechariah disagreed. She believed that someone would indeed connect with her work sincerely.

And then Emily walked in. At first glance, she seemed like a young, beautiful college student, but her eyes held depths like an unfathomable, dark pool.

Stacey was convinced that Emily could understand the stories her phot