Chapter 288

Even though 18 years had passed, one could still see the exquisite skills of the painter through the portrait, or a strong feeling of love.

Without love and careful observation, how could she paint a person's charm so vividly? Even the color she drew was extremely soft and clean, as if she didn't want the person in the painting to be polluted by anything.

"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!" Aunt Dovlin shouted, "What are you in a daze for?"

"Ah!" Sara said. "What's the matter?"

Aunt Dovlin said, "I made some snacks. Do you want some?"

Sara nodded, looked at the painting in her hand, and said, "Aunt Dovlin, please help me find a place to put it away."

Aunt Dovlin uttered a sound, took the painting from Sara's hands and looked at it, "It looks like you..."

Sara smiled and said, "I look like her. She is my mother."

Aunt Dovlin smiled and said, "What a beautiful face."

As she spoke, she went to find a closet and put it there.