Chapter 312: Who on earth are you?

In the drifting rain, the outline of the studio came into view.

is also familiar with the decoration, the familiar marking pen, and occasionally pungent but with a trace of fragrant paint flavor.

Everything is like a protozoa, so pure and natural, her exhaustion seems to have been unloaded here.

Ann Xiaojing looked around again, and slowly, her mood fell quietly.

The man wasn't there.

There is also a painting of gouache on the drawing board, just like he went to rest.

Ann Xiaojing did not understand why she had to leave the painting in half.

In the past, he always painted quietly...