A Room Full of Paintings

The door was still the same door, the living room was still the same living room, and the studio was still the same studio.

The old scenery entered her eyes, and it was so familiar that it made her heart surge.

It had been more than two years, but this place hadn't changed at all.

Oh, no, it was different.

For example, there were more paintings in the studio.

"These are all drawn by my father. They are all drawn by my mother…"

Xiao Xiao introduced him like a little master, but her expression was a little dejected."

"My mother died in an accident more than two years ago. Even her body was not found. Dad was sick for a while because of this. Later, there were more paintings here. My mother is very beautiful…Teacher Park, don't you think..."

Speaking of the little show off at the end, Pu Xiang's nose actually turned sour and his eyes moistened.

"Yes, very beautiful."

Piao Xiang responded softly and watched.