Chapter 1237

Since everyone had fallen asleep, Charmine walked out of the room and went to the men’s room.

She knocked and called out, "Anthony."

Silence.

"Anthony?" Charmine called out again.

Nobody responded.

She pursed her lips and pushed open the door, only to find an empty room without its residents.

Charmine frowned. Where had they gone to?

She turned and went to the front yard.

However, when she arrived at the living room, she saw Frank rolling up his sleeves in the pavilion and was preparing to write.

seemed so

walked toward

he knew exactly which direction she was coming from. He turned over and smiled at her. ’You had a long day. Why are you not resting?" "I came out to look for Anthony, and I can't find him." "Faye took them out to get some wood," replied Frank, "in case everyone feels cold at night."

ink was

saw the ink on the table—it was

"Frank, what are you drawing?" "Care to guess?" "Hmm..." Charmine looked at the white paper and frowned.

stood by the side and watched him

the brush and

landed on the paper. Below the brush, images started to form: river, mountain,

of the paper. He drew in a downward stroke, and a bamboo tree

actually painted the bamboo

would he know how

itself! 2 "Frank."

it far different from the actual bamboo forest?" "Not at all," said Charmine, "it looks exactly the same. Frank,

seemed so gentle and humble. "It's

he could see things. He picked up the painting and handed it to her. "We haven't met for so many years. This is

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