Trapped in the Artist's Nightmare Chapter 238

Owen Wei wiped his eyes, and everything became blurry again: "Fcuk the painting! Fcuk it!"

I felt a noticeable pulling force on the film in my hand. It was Luo Ke reminding me to feed the film.

Owen Wei's reaction was somewhat numb, but he heard Nathan Ke say in his ears: "Next one."

Yes, no one can determine, either in the past or in the future, that what the camera captures is inevitable.

The formation of history is accidental, and no one can tell the story of the future. There is no point in crying now. The film in Owen Wei's hand loosened, and the second picture appeared on the screen.