In his eyes, there was only his painting!!!
Beside the man, the butler stood respectfully and watched as the man's painting slowly took shape.
The butler looked at the portrait that took shape and secretly sighed. This again, this again!!!!
Twenty-five years. For twenty-five years, the city lord had continuously drawn portraits. Portraits of a woman.
In the different portraits, the woman had different postures and different angles. In each portrait, the woman's posture was so charming, so delicate, but it also carried a sense of elegance and poise.
Each portrait was so lifelike.
However, in each portrait, the woman's appearance could not be seen clearly...
In the past twenty-five years, the man had drawn countless portraits, but the woman's face could not be seen clearly in any of them.
The butler looked at the gradually forming portrait, and his eyes were a little sore. This time, the woman's face could not be seen clearly.
