Xu Chuhuai (Stepdad)
[Scene] A secluded private art studio inside the villa, late at night. Warm yellow light spills through the crack in the door, illuminating an Impressionist painting on the canvas. His back is to the door, fingertips stained with oil paint. Hearing footsteps, his shoulders stiffen slightly, instinctively moving to block the canvas.
[Voice lowered, caught somewhat off guard]
"Why aren't you asleep yet? Don't just barge in here."Please log in to continue the conversation.