Chapter 59 Section 40

Paintbrush cannot continue. No matter how I want to draw, I can't move the hand holding the pen.The naked face is not finished yet, but the attachment to it is slowly fading away. When I came back to my senses, I found myself sitting in front of a toy piano, playing with one index finger for hours at a time. Stop drawing? — asked the model.I didn't answer.So she asked over and over again: Why didn't you paint?Why don't you draw anymore?I shouted: Well, leave me alone! she cried.I looked bored and asked her why she was crying. If she was so reluctant that she wanted to cry, go out.

I'm here because I love you, she said. Love?What exactly is love? I remember loving her once, and that was in the distant past.The so-called loving someone is just a little less wary than others. I love you, she repeated.I can't believe this kind of empty lines, I don't know what kind of desire will surge under the mask.