Xie Jingchuan slightly turned his head and looked at her obsessed eyes.

Sherry blushed and hurriedly lowered his head.

He walked up to her, and the good smell surrounded her. Then he rubbed her into his arms. "Now you can tell me why you are unhappy, right?"

"I saw the picture in the wall gallery." Sherry's voice was very low, but as he held it tightly in his arms, the narrow space was very clear.

"And then?" Xie Jingchuan asked.

"Then, I saw you in the painting." Sherry said, unconsciously smiling.

In the painting, Moyo looks five or six years old, and his stubborn and proud face is full of...