Looking back on it now, Cain realized that he had never once stepped into Saphen's art studio. He knew that Saphen didn't like being disturbed while painting.
Cain hadn't paid it much mind before, but today, everything was starting to reveal itself before him. Saphen's art studio had always been locked.
Moreover, Saphen's attitude just now clearly showed that he absolutely did not want him to step inside, not even a little!
So what exactly was in there? What was Saphen painting? Or, to be more precise, who was he painting?
Cain's gaze grew darker and darker, his anger churning in his chest. Even Saphen, who had been lost in his own emotions, sensed this change.
He couldn't help but tug lightly at Cain's hand and tilt his head to look at him.
But before he could see anything, Cain's large hand had already covered his eyes.
Saphen blinked instinctively.
