In this secluded space, a towering door frame stood firm, and the walls were adorned with various mysterious antiques and paintings, as if harboring a story that spanned across time and space.
Only Lanci and Sigrid were present, making this hundreds of square meters of space seem incredibly spacious.
Lanci observed the sleeping Sigrid.
Behind the main seat, glass bottles were arranged, from amber wine glasses to clear as water fine wine. They refracted the afternoon light, making her at the center seem incredibly dazzling.
"Hu."
Lanci moved to the easel, gently adjusted it, and sat not far from her, in a corner of the gallery, close to the window.
The painting tools might have been at Sigrid's home all these years, they could also have been prepared by Gloria, who directly came under her.
"Meow."
The cat boss stood on the ground as usual, watching Lanci painting like it used to wait for him to make cards.
It rarely dared to get so close to Lanci.
