"You could even say that he treated the windshield as his personal palette, using the sunlight as paint, freely sketching with complete abandon, immersing in it with joy."
Shi Nian closed his eyes, imagining himself as the suspect, picturing the expression on that person's face at that moment.
"At that moment, he must have been smiling, seemingly forgetting that painting such a picture was meant to harm. At that time, he was merely enjoying the joy of painting itself. Even..." Shi Nian frowned and opened his eyes, not continuing.
Tang Yanqing turned her head slightly: "Why did you stop suddenly?"
Shi Nian shook his head: "Maybe I was overthinking."
"Tell me. I won't laugh at you." He indulgently encouraged her.
Shi Nian frowned: "Perhaps I've become... twisted. I always feel the suspect's joy while painting may also derive from another reason - he hopes his audience would admire and praise his excellent painting skills. So, his smile then was born from imagining that audience."
