Chapter 562

If Flynn was like Winston, willing to work hard for his own future, how could he possibly drift apart from Queenie?

The painting I was working on was called Lonior's Peony. The entire composition was grand and magnificent, with gorgeous bright colors. It was one of my favorite designs in the Dreamlight project. That was why I exerted more effort than the two paintings before.

After painting for a long time, my neck started to ache from fatigue. I looked up and saw that it was already pitch-black outside. The heavy rain had turned into a drizzle, streaming down the window glass slowly.

The room was very quiet. Besides me, only Winston was still around. He was about seven to eight yards away from me.

However, he wasn't painting. Instead, he was sitting in his chair, his arms folded over the back of the chair. He was resting his chin on his arm while staring at me without blinking.

He was about six feet tall and had a slender body. He was in a white pants and shirt, which made him lo