The wall clock showed it was 9:30 in the evening.
Yet Su Houde had been standing in the corridor ever since 9 p.m. while looked at this spacious room.
The smell of paint wafted out from the room along with some soft music. The last student finished checking the counterfeit statue of “David” before heading back home at 9:30 sharp.
This was an art studio.
At present, an art teacher with inspiring temperament, who wore a canvas apron and coiled hair, gave a long sigh. She then revealed a smile of satisfaction on her face, while looked at the empty studio.
She started to clear up the tools and chairs.
“Sanniang…”
Su Houde called her name softly.
Luo Qiu had been with him for the full half hour. He said, “Don’t you want to enter?”
Su Houde thought for a second, then asked, “Does she… remember me?”
