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"Mi'er is very happy, really happy!" Chihiro Mi nodded, how could she be unhappy to have such a brother and sister who loves her so much in this life?

The others quietly stayed aside, watching this touching scene, once again moved by the fact that Qianxunmi has someone who loves her so much, and of course envy is unavoidable.

How can there be any regrets if I can meet a sister who loves me so much in my life and create such a studio for myself?

"Mier... Mier... why are you so happy? Why does God love you so much? Why is this world so unfair..." Ye Qiai stood at the door in a daze, she didn't go in to see, because she was afraid to go in and see Everything she saw would be too dazzling, and she was afraid that everything would make her jealous, so jealous that she would go crazy and lose her mind.

"Everyone knows that the fourth princess, Qianxun Shan, is a famous painter s. The opportunity to witness her paintings is very rare. What's more, today's exhibits are all excellent works of s. Don't miss this opportunity. So the rest of the time is free for everyone to visit and enjoy." Chihiro Yan led everyone out of this dreamy and touching house.

"Mi'er, Sister Shan has something to do, so let's leave first, and you can visit by yourself." Only Qianxun Shan and Qianxun Mi were left in the room.

"Okay, Sister Shan, if you have something to do, go first, I'll stay here for a while." Qian Xunmi said with a smile.

When Qian Xunshan turned around, she remembered something, turned back again, and put a delicate and small key into Qian Xunshan's hand.

"This room will belong to Mi'er from now on."

Qian Xunmi happily accepted it.

After Qian Xunshan left that room, she walked slowly in the hall on the first floor, and everyone was quietly and seriously admiring her paintings.

Speaking of appreciation, there are not many people who can really understand her paintings. Most people just stay on the surface of the paintings, appreciating the painting techniques such as color lines.

Walking up to the second floor, there are also many people on the second floor.

Qian Xunshan sat on the coffee table to rest, poured herself a cup of herbal tea, and observed her surroundings.

"Prisoner? Prisoner..." Ye Qiai murmured softly in front of the painting called "Prisoner".

After watching for a while, Ye Qiai frowned slightly, turned and left.

Qian Xunshan's gaze couldn't help but follow Hazaki's movement, feeling the desperate and struggling atmosphere hidden by the force on the girl, Qian Xunshan took a sip of herbal tea and shook her head lightly.

The entrance of herbal tea is cool and refreshing.

Qian Xunshan raised her eyes and found a figure at the top of the stairs, her eyes lit up, she put down her cup, got up and walked forward.

When passing "Prisoner", I found another boy standing in front of the painting.

Seeing the same confused and sinking look of the boy, Qian Xunshan understood that she was another "prisoned" person.

The boy's delicate eyebrows and eyes were surrounded by a layer of haze that could not go away, Qian Xunshan sighed and couldn't help reminding.

"Who's imprisoning whom?"

After Qing He's voice fell, Qian Xun Shan walked away.

Who imprisoned whom?

Hearing Qian Xunshan's words, Feng Chun couldn't help thinking deeply, thinking that this painting must not be that simple, but he couldn't see anything anymore.

What he saw was, against the black background, a small white house was sitting in the corner, if you didn't pay attention to it, it would be ignored, and the house exuded a faint light.

night, house.

Since this painting is called "Prisoner", let's look at it as it is now.

"It was the night that imprisoned the house..." Although the whole painting is simple, it has the feeling of falling into the abyss and being tightly bound by despair.

"No, it is the house that imprisons the night."

Just as Feng Chun said it softly, there was a disapproving voice behind him, sweet and light, very familiar.

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The 10th update, today's [-] updates are over.

Zhuxixi has gone to sleep, a little tired... >lt;.