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... d after she felt that she was not disgusted, she nodded lightly. There is no special expression on the delicate and pretty face.

"Are you studying oil painting?"

"how do you know?"

Guo Shouyun pointed to a table-mounted landscape painting hanging on the wall behind the counter.

"It's got your name on it!"

Molly Bevan doesn't need to look to know that after she finished her art exhibition last year, this landscape painting called "Hometown" was hung on the wall ...

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