Veronica quietly watched his figure disappear, then lay down slowly, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
She didn’t know if his last words meant that the painting was not worth her risk, or that he was not worthy of her contribution, or both.
Suddenly, she had never been so powerless before. She felt that she really couldn’t make any effort to deal with this man. She was about to give up.
Chasing him is really exhausting and exhausting, so exhausted that she doubts life.
She was so tired that she closed her eyes, and fell asleep after a while.
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