Roxana also painted the details of the reflection of the lavender flower in his eyes, making Damian look like a human who was able to feel the warmth in his heart.
"It is bad? We can just throw it if you don't like it," said Roxana.
Damian touched the canvas slowly. "No. This painting looks beautiful."
Damian couldn't even find the right words to praise the beauty of the painting.
Somehow, when he saw the reflection of the lavender flowers in his eyes, he felt a strong wave of sadness in his mind, as if the lavender symbolized something very precious to him.
"What's wrong?" Roxana tapped Damian on the shoulder after seeing him not move for a few moments.
Damian closed his eyes for a moment, trying to forget the sad feelings swirling in his heart. "Nothing." He immediately looked into Roxana's eyes and smiled broadly. "Let's hang this painting in our room so I can look at my handsome face every day."
