Because of the gathering of spiritual energy, the concentration increased, and the bookstore suddenly became bright.
Spiritual energy spots flickered, like fireflies on the riverside in midsummer, covering the light of butter candles.
“This…isn’t this a wonderful pen?”
Eliza covered her mouth with her small hand, her face was full of shock, she didn’t even dare to pant loudly, for fear that it would disturb Carter’s painting.
“Sure, look at the colors in the painting.”
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