CHAPTER 68: THEO SHANG
Somewhere in SWITZERLAND...
Another day…
But it is just the same morning as yesterday, I don't want to wake up.
Comparing the differences between my days is when I cheerfully pushed my back to get off from my bed and guided my feet toward my Secret Room, or they called The Dark Room.
But not. It's not dark at all.
It was well lit by a blinding light from the ceiling. Yet no one has ever seen what is inside in my secret room.
Instantly, I picked up the pallet and began mixing the desired color I needed.
With enthusiasm, I move my hand to the entire canvass. I immersed myself in the next 30 minutes before I paused and studied which part I have to polish.
I looked at it for the next ten minutes without moving and blinking.
After I perceive that it wasn't complete yet, I will do more detailing until I am satisfied.
