Kendrick casually rolled up the cuffs of his shirt twice and then returned to the easel. He carefully took down that painting.
"What are you doing?" Annabelle asked in surprise.
Kendrick turned back and smiled at her. "I'm going to frame the painting."
Annabelle really wanted to stop Kendrick because the painting had been cut up by her, and it would look so ugly when framed.
Actually, she could paint another one for him. Although she couldn't paint well now, she didn't know when she would pick up the brush next time either.
Thinking of her own body, Annabelle fell into melancholy again. She pressed her finger against her pulse.
Her pulse was chaotic, and she felt terrible. If it was poisoning, it would be fine as long as the poison was detoxified. But she didn't know what kind of poi
