In this isolated space, a towering lintel stood tall while all kinds of mysterious antiques and paintings hung silently on the walls, as if they held stories spanning time and space.
With only Lanchi and Sigrid present, the several-hundred-square-meter space seemed unusually vast.
Lanchi looked at the sleeping Sigrid.
Behind the throne were rows of glass bottles and jars, ranging from amber wine glasses to crystal-clear vintage liquor. They reflected the midday light, making her at the center shine brilliantly.
"Phew."
Lanchi walked to the easel, gently moved it, and sat down not far from her, in a corner of the gallery near the window.
These painting tools might have always been in Sigrid's home, though Gloria, her direct subordinate, might also have prepared them in advance.
"Meow."
Cat Boss stayed on the floor, watching him paint just as it usually watched Lanchi make cards.
It rarely dared get this close to Lanchi.
The paintbrush in this guy's hands always turned into heavy artillery.
Seeing Lanchi painting so quietly actually made Cat Boss feel a little unaccustomed.
Besides, could he really paint?
It had been with Lanchi for so long, yet had never seen him seriously paint before.
Lanchi stared at the paintbrush in his hand, as if communicating with it in silence.
"I never thought I'd use you to paint one day."
Lanchi finally sighed softly.
"..."
Cat Boss wanted to say something, but held back.
"All right, time to embarrass myself."
Lanchi smiled and muttered to himself. He composed the scene, set brush to canvas, and gazed toward the distant figure with respect and reverence in his eyes.
As he recalled every day he had spent with Sigrid over the past two months, Lanchi found himself smiling often.
He was rarely this serious. Every stroke seemed to tell