The conference room was quiet and peaceful, with sunlight streaming in through the glass walls, casting soft shadows on the clean tiles.
“What do you think of this painting?”
A bald middle-aged white man pushed open the door and entered, his voice low and slow. He wore black-rimmed glasses, his face calm yet sharp.
Bruce turned his head, shifting his gaze from the ink painting to the man, “Are you Professor Nathan?”
“Yes,” the man smiled and nodded, “but just call me Nathan. I don't like the title ‘professor’ too much.” He tilted his chin toward the painting, "This painting was given to me by a Chinese friend. He said it's called ‘emphasizing the mood,’ but I've never understood what that means. So I hung it here to see if anyone could interpret it for me."
“Mood?” Bruce raised an eye
