Chapter 893

In the study on the second floor of the villa.

The man stood behind a huge desk, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a brush in his hand.

On the long table, a two-meter-long piece of paper was unfolded. On the paper, only a small part of the landscape was drawn. The brush and ink had been dried up. It could be seen that it was not newly drawn.

The man had been in this position for a long time. Seeing the sweat on his forehead, the assistant behind him stepped forward and said, "Boss, take a break."

He handed over the towel in his hand. The man looked back at him, silently put the writing brush on the rack, and wiped his forehead with the towel.

The assistant helped him take a few steps back, sat down on a sofa against the wall, and poured hot tea.

The man's eyes still fell on the painting. He shook his head with a sigh and said, " I take the pen again, I can't find that feeling anymore."

The assistant handed over the teacup and said, "Boss, you haven't painted fo