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.

so

toward him

at her. ’You had a long day. Why are you not resting?" "I came out to look for Anthony,

knew that the ink was ready,

saw the ink on

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

the side and watched

brush and dipped the tip in

brush, images started to form: river, mountain, mist, the sky, and

again and precisely went to the center of the paper. He drew in a downward stroke, and a bamboo

actually painted

the bamboo forest. How would he know how to draw every detail to the

same as the forest itself! 2 "Frank." Charmine reacted

it far different from the actual bamboo forest?" "Not at all,"

so gentle and humble.

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

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