"Joanna." Frank Parker stared at the girl in the painting and sighed softly, reaching out to gently stroke her delicate and beautiful face, letting out a bitter chuckle in his throat. "What am I supposed to do with you? I can't bear to give up on you, but I've lost the right to have you. You are very happy with him, and he has the ability to make you happy. Even if I disregard everything to win you back, how could I possibly beat him?"
"I, Frank Parker, have always been proud, but when it comes to him..."
"So, should I give up on you?"
He talked to himself in front of the girl in the painting. He said he was giving up, but there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes: "But I really don't want to give up. I have no chance to fight for your love, and you have already become someone else's. God is a bit harsh to me."
"If I'm destined to never have you, then why did God make me find you and fall for you?"