After rebirth she became heartless

Chapter 38

It was obviously a different face, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt it was Crystal's face and his own.

This made him smile subconsciously, and soon his brows and eyes were filled with trembling.

He decided to change the direction to comfort himself. She loved so hard in his previous life, and maybe the fate was exhausted, but he didn't want this ending. He wanted to be with Crystal for a hundred years or forever. ...or he can't be with her because they had short lives... no. I won't believe it.

If he doesn't believe it, no one can make him believe it.

There seemed to be some kind of curse on these photos. Brandon's hands felt painful and itchy as if they had been electrocuted.

Suddenly, he saw a different color among the colorful photos on the wall.

An oil painting was nestled among the layers of wedding photos. The painting was so sophisticated that it almost looked real with the photos, so he couldn't find it in time.

Brandon was stunned and picked up the painting.

The gorgeous colors painted a graceful shadow, which was a muse that took thousands of brushstrokes to trace. His eyes widened silently because of the familiar brushstrokes, colors, and because in this painting, there was a man who looked exactly like him.

Isn't this the painting that Crystal painted for him in the past? Why... why does it appear here?

Brandon was a little confused. Brandon's body was stiff, staring at every detail of the painting.

No, not him.

This doesn't paint him.

Brandon's fists were clenched.

Crystal really didn't have any talent in painting, but she used to paint only for himself. It was a crooked little picture. If you throw away that no one wants, it only will make people laugh. Brandon appraised it with ridicule. Crystal smiled awkwardly while listening.

But that's his thing. That was something Crystal gave him.

Brandon felt so sad that he was heartbroken and embarrassed. It was still because of some reasons on his part, but now they are gone, someone is gone, Crystal is no longer by his side.

Brandon almost instantly wanted to go home, find that painting, and compare it with this one, but there was no need to compare because the painting would not be found, and there was nothing to compare it with.

Crystal's painting skills have improved a lot now. Compared with the stingy graffiti, this painting is a work of art. Brandon feels like his whole body is on fire. Crystal always likes it when she paints for him. Staring at him, he suspected that Crystal didn't want to paint him at all, but just wanted to peek at him openly.
  
He seemed to see Crystal's smiling eyes again, but now she is painting for others.

Brandon's silence was silent, but for a dazzling person like Brandon, even if he was silent, he still attracted everyone's attention. Seeing that there had been no movement for a long time, the young owner of the photo studio couldn't help but come over with some doubts.

Perhaps because he was so obsessed with crying, Brandon took off his sunglasses at some point, and half of his face was covered with tears.

The shopkeeper was surprised.

"Boss Nick, why are you here?"

The people in Central Town had only seen Nick. Who knew there was another Brandon in the world who looked very similar to him. However, the shop owner soon discovered something was wrong. This man's temperament was different from theirs. The details between the eyebrows and eyes are also somewhat different.

The little boss knew that she had made a mistake. Before she could explain, the next second, the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against her waist.

"I... I won't do anything to you."

"Take me to the person you're talking about."

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After days of rain, it finally ushered in a sunny day. Crystal tidied up the first floor. No one came to buy paintings today. Maybe no one came to buy paintings any other day, so she went to the store in the afternoon. After being lazy and sleeping for a while, Crystal called Nick for a long time before waking him up.

Nick took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and his voice was thick and sticky when he spoke.

This is the second painting I made for Nick. Crystal was sitting in front of the drawing board, and Nick stood behind her at some point. The temperature dropped sharply after autumn, and Nick took off the dark green sweater he usually wore, draped it on Crystal’s body.

The coat has a nice scent of grass and trees, like the smell of the first breath after rain, or like the smoke mixed with dust after fireworks burn out, with a touch of desolation.

Crystal lowered her eyes and smiled, "I haven't finished painting yet, why are you here?" Nick stood behind her and looked closely.

"Of course, I came to see if you were lazy." The man's voice was soft and a little lazy. His hands were resting on the drawing board unintentionally, and he was typing lazily. Crystal looked back at him, focusing on the painting while being distracted by Nick, with a smiling expression and eyes full of good emotions.

"You ask so much, how dare I be lazy?" The quiet time made people unable to help but immerse themselves in it, as if it would last forever, but soon, a broken sound broke the leisure in front of them. Crystal was startled and looked down through the glass. It's him.

Brandon stood on the front porch, his eyes full of Crystal.

"Crystal, you are not dead, you are indeed not dead." He traveled across mountains and rivers, put in so much effort, and thought of so many ways. Finally met the person he wanted to see again. Brandon wanted to throw himself into her arms and tell her in detail the hardships of the past few days. But then he saw another person.