I was bewildered as well as take aback when I went inside the cabin. Paint was scattered all across the floor.
The room walls were covered with aesthetic paintings . I gasped at their outlook.
Who was even the creator of these, I thought to myself . When my eyes landed on a figure .
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灵魂的景观
Fanfic" I didn't kill her . She's still alive." He said, his eyes glittering lively " And where is she even ?" I asked as my eyes widened . " Here ! In my sketchbook ." ~*~ "She wanted me to love her more but I only loved my painting. So I made her one...
