He playfully smiled at me.
" I didn't kill her. She's still alive." He said , his dull eyes were now glittering with life .
" And where is she even ?" I asked while the heart in my chest hammered like hell.
" Here in my sketchbook." He said , before walking his way to the old wooden desk and picking up his sketchbook .
And then he started rolling it up to move to another section , which was adding to a another dimension of time.
And he stopped to show me a breathtaking beautiful painting.
It was of a girl. His lover. She was painted so magnificently that it seemed like any moment, she would jump out in the real world.
He painted it with such a delicate realism.
" Ahh ~ Chaerin" He said while recollecting those old memories.
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灵魂的景观
Fanfiction" 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...
