When it came to painting, it was quieter at home. I preferred painting in a quiet environment. It was just


    that my ce wasn''t big enough, and there wasn''t such arge drawing board. I couldn''t disyrger


    paintings there.


    Thus, I long wished to have a spacious, bright, and well-equipped studio. Due to various reasons, I


    hadn''t realized my wish until now.


    To put it bluntly, the ce Winston prepared for me fulfilled all of my studio fantasies in another way.


    The area here wasrge enough. Easels and drawing boards were avable in various sizes without


    restrictions, which fully matched my painting requirements.


    It surprised me. Winston sessfully impressed me with a ss room.


    In this situation, it proved that a person could move someone when using a suitable method. Nothing


    was impossible. It relied on how he did it and whether he met the other party''s expectations.


    Winston was fantastic at understanding the key to achieving things by amodating my tastes.


    This ss room won me over. I was eager to ept it.


    "Thanks then. By the way, this ce is so beautiful. Let me give it a name. How about calling it ''Crystal


    House''?"


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    That afternoon, Winston repeatedly rushed between my house and Crystal House. He transferred


    everything I used for painting to the Crystal House. Then, he chose a spot with the best sunlight to


    decorate a small studio that had everything I needed.


    As the studio existed, I went there early to paint every day. It wasn''t far from home, so I always worked


    a little overtime. I usually went home after 8:00 pm.


    My mood was so good in the cozy surroundings that I made quick progress in my work.


    I''d read Dreamlight''s new information. There were no significant modifications to my earlier drafts.


    Dreamlight merely wanted to add a few tiny touches. It didn''t affect the overall nning andyout.


    Perhaps it was due to the summer vacation, but only a few people came to Crystal House to paint.


    Most of the time, there were only me and Winston He studied oil painting. His painting method was


    fundamentally different from mine, yet our understanding of art was simr. When I took a break, I''d


    watch him paint and discuss some issues with him.


    We formed a good bond after a few days as a result of Crystal House and painting.


    Every night when I got home, Andrew had prepared meals and waited for me with Queenie. I would


    have dinner whenever I returned.


    I had said several times that if I returned toote, it would affect their meal habits. I asked them not to


    wait for me. They could just leave me some dishes, and I''d eat alone.


    However, Queenie disagreed. She insisted on waiting for me to return and have dinner together,


    iming we were no different from a family. A family should dine together to enjoy the warm moments.


    It always made me d to have them waiting for me. I couldn''t refuse, so I simply agreed.


    Colin''s video calls came at specific times. He would ask me about trivial matters like what I had eaten,


    and if I was tired, he reminded me to take a break. He enjoyed caring about me.


    We had a tacit understanding to not mention Jasmine. We were aware that if we did so, the topic would


    veer off course.


    Colin would say he had nothing to do with her and asked me to wait for him. On the other hand, I would


    infinitely exaggerate the meaning behind his words, make various conjectures, and feel uneasy.


    He faced a lovable woman on the hospital bed every day. Moreover, she had a crush on him many


    years ago and even saved his life. How could he be indifferent? He wasn''t a robot, after all.