Gu Xiaoer was speechless, choking up...
Sister Sun hurriedly freed one hand to smooth her chest; that had been really close. If all these things had ended up in Miss Xiao Er's hands, she mused that the gentleman might very well have been heartbroken enough to fire her. Her life was more important.
So, Miss Xiao Er, in front of the gentleman, you'd better stay quiet and be a pretty girl.
However, poor Sister Sun didn't know that at this very moment, her master was already thinking of ways to send her away.
Gu Xiaoer stared fixedly at the receding figure, watching until she could no longer move her feet.
His shoulders bore her sketchpad, which had become somewhat tattered, smudged with paint that made it look dirty. In his left hand was a canvas bag full of books, and tucked under his right arm was her artwork, stored in a paint bucket.
Some dirt had rubbed onto him, staining his high-end suit with dust.
