The first three items came and went. A diamond necklace. A royal vase. And a lost bracelet which was rumored to belong to one of the consorts of the fallen Song Dynasty.
Rebecca wasn't interested in any of these items. She yawned.
"Bored?" Anderson murmured, watching her instead of the stage.
"Very," she answered, twirling her ring. "Wake me when the auction has common sense."
Julian snorted. "We'd be here all night."
"Our next item," the host announced, "is a special piece. It's from an anonymous donor. It's titled... After The Fall."
Then, the cloth came off.
Rebecca's breath stopped as her eyes fell on the painting. She recognized it. It was hers! The messy strokes. The red that covered the canvas. The crack in the same canvas she had made when she threw her brush at 3am.
She could feel it. The agony from the painting.
She searched through her memory, the one she could still remember. And she recalled that this painting was made a month ago... after that incident.
