Azalea suddenly turned her head to look at me and asked, “I want to add something to the picture, is that okay?”
The rain outside showed no sign of ending.
I thought briefly. “Alright, but this counts as another painting, so it will cost a bit more.”
I took out my payment QR code, but Azalea added several zeros after the one in the payment amount.
I shook my head. “No thanks, fifty works, or I won’t feel calm.”
She stopped.
“Fifty…”
“But you once signed deals worth millions.”
“A simple life works too.”
“But…” She hesitated, looking hurt.
I turned my face, stared outside and walked straight into the studio.
“Come on, I need to finish fast so I can head home.”
She came after me.
After taking a seat, I asked, “What do you want to put in?”
“I want to add someone.”
I nodded, looking down at the first painting, “Alright, describe them.”
She looked lost.
After a short, quiet pause, she slowly said, “The person I want to add likes egg beefs and always stays awake until one in the morning.”
“He also wants everything perfect; he would cut ties with any company for a promise.”
“I’ve hurt him more than once, but he never fought back.”
Suddenly, her voice broke.
It sounded like a drop hitting the floor.