Chapter 1246
Frank smiled gently. "One needs to write with a clear mind and free of emotions. Otherwise, the written words will come across as cold and lifeless."
Anthony looked up at him. He wanted to ask him to leave him be, but Frank continued, 'You can't lie to me. You're actually very angry to have seen Charmine and I working together in the past two days. You pretended as if you didn't care while every cell in you hated the sight of us, and your every stroke shows that." i
Anthony narrowed his eyes. Frank could tell?
However, he remained calm and said nonchalantly, "You think too much." "You don't have to mind," added Frank. "I have a wife, and I treat Charmine as a sister."
Anthony halted. He looked at him intensely and went quiet for a few seconds. 'Your wife? Where’s she?"
He had been here for two days yet saw no wife.
Did he take him as a three-year-old?
Frank's calm eyes met his, and he had a layer of sadness in his eyes. "She passed away many years ago."
Passed away?
Anthony looked at him and was suspicious.
"Follow me," he beckoned.
Anthony put down his brush and walked with him deeper into the forest.
Before approaching, he could see from afar that there was a tomb below the mountain.
Frank walked before the tomb naturally and reached out precisely to caress the photo on the tomb.
Anthony looked over to see a woman smiling in the photo.
It seemed that he had misunderstood him.
Anthony opened the wine by the side and made a toast. Tm sorry." "Anthony, I hope you'll treat Charmine right," advised Frank. "Life is unexpected, so you must treasure the person in front of you."
Anthony nodded and slowly let his guard down in front of Frank. However, thinking of Charmine, his eyes were filled with a layer of complexities.
Frank was caught up with the past as he told Anthony his past, and Anthony silently drank his wine and listened.
After a long while, the two of them returned to the forest.
Charmine was practicing in the pavilion. Curious on how to attract butterflies, Nial watched by the side.
Charmine improved a lot. When she lifted the brush, more than ten butterflies made their way toward her.
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