Chapter 658 The Delicate Little Painter
After dinner, everyone paid their respects to their closest friends. Then, they sat on the sofa and
chatted, They had a tradition of staying up all night. But in fact, very few could hold on. In the past,
when Silas was at the old house, in the end, it was him and his grandfather who were up all night.
Gianna could still hold on previously, but later on, she could no longer keep her eyes open. She leaned
on Silas’ shoulder and became drowsy. South was even more direct, curling up his body and lying on
the sofa. Ellen said, “All of you go to sleep. I’ll just stay here and be up.” Silas glanced at Ellen and
said, “I’ll send Gianna to our room. I’ll be back with you later.” Ellen said. “There’s no need. You both
traveled so much. You’ve been busy preparing for the New Year and haven’t had time to rest. You guys
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtgo to sleep. I’ll stay by myself.” Silas nodded. He bent down to pick up Gianna and instructed Brian,
“Send South back.” Brian clicked his tongue. In fact, he would take the kid back to his room even if
Silas didn’t say anything. He felt a little unhappy when he was ordered to do so. Silas only cared about
his girlfriend and left his son behind. He glared at him and bent down to pick up the little fellow on the
sofa. He walked towards his room. Jewel got up and sat next to Ellen. She held her arm and gestured
with her hands, “I’ll stay here with you!” Ellen smiled, “Go to sleep. I’m a light sleeper. I’m used to it.”
Jewel shook her head and insisted on accompanying her. She got up to find the chessboard and typed
on her phone, (l’ll play chess with you.] Ellen smiled, “Well, let’s play chess.”
Because everyone slept late last night, everyone woke up late today and only had breakfast at noon.
After the meal, South was ready to go to the amusement park. He thought he could meet the little girl
again.
But no….
They played from noon to afternoon. He took all the rides, but he did not see the little girl. South was
not in a good mood. When he came back, he was listless. Silas knew what was going on and
comforted him, “There are very few people coming out to play during the new year. Look, there are
fewer people in the amusement park.” “Are you saying that Dora is spending the New Year at her
home?” “Yes, didn’t we come here only because Grandma is here? Otherwise, we would celebrate the
Spring Festival at home too!” Hearing this, South also felt that it made sense, and his mood gradually
calmed down. On their way back, they saw a boy of five or six years old. He was good-looking, not only
because of his clean and beautiful little face, which didn’t have a single flaw but also because of his
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmeticulously combed hair. He was dressed in all white, but there was not a speck of dust on him. His
expression carried a hint of melancholy as he looked at the setting sun in the distance with his brush.
He glanced at the setting sun, then dipped his paintbrush with some egg yolk color paint, and slowly
drew it on the canvas. It was probably because this child was too clean, or it was probably because he
was alone here. He looked a bit abrupt.
Gianna and the others unconsciously stopped in their tracks. Gianna was secretly puzzled. Why did
this child not even have an adult by his side? She took a few steps forward and praised him
generously, “You drew really well!” The little boy raised his clear eyes and glanced at them, then
lowered his eyes to continue painting. The corners of Gianna’s mouth twitched twice. Alright, he was
still a cold little fellow. She was unwilling to give up and asked again. “Are you alone?” The little boy did
not even raise his head. He painted as he faintly instructed, “Let them leave. I need peace and quiet!”
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