"Am I a human being, or am I a painting?"

This question made him entangled.

As the night deepened, the bright moon outside the window hung high, reflecting the dark room with a hazy blue light, and gradually illuminating his figure.

He sat frozen on the couch, motionless, like a perfect statue, glowing with a mysterious cold light.

“Oh, cielo! Dodici al mattino.” (Ouch!) It's early in the morning. ）

The owl wall clock strikes the time on time.

"Twelve?"

He turned his head to look at the wall clock and saw that it was early in the morning.

"It turns out that I've been sitting for so long."

No one came to the study tonight, and it was quiet outside the door, feeling home......

Chapter 149 of "The Day of Working for the Painting Immortal": Deciding to be a person is hitting in the hand, please wait for a while,

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