Tell me what's bothering you

Ryle arched a brow,''She does too,'' his chin pointed at Ivy. 

Daisy could feel he was deflecting on purpose, ''Ivy is interested in every new thing she comes across.'' 

''You know me too well, Daisy. I will care,'' Ivy clutched her chest, seemingly touched by her words but her eyes never once left the painting. 

When Ryle did not say anything to that, Daisy knew she had hit the roadblock again. Sighing, she glanced at the second painting with the both of them.

This painting was similar to the previous one. The backgrounds were also similar but it was nighttime, there was a floating moon in the lotus pond and the ambiance was serene.