494 Who Was Actually Unconscious

"Paint you?" Bella didn't respond yet. "If you want to keep a portrait, you can find a well-known artist to paint it for you, and it has a collectible value... There is no value in my painting, and it is also unlucky."

She was telling the truth. Generally, nobles let the world's top portrait painters leave a portrait every few years, while retaining images, it was also an investment and asset retention.

Because a half-height portrait of a top master could usually take tens of million dollars, if it was restored, it would also be a wealth for future generations.

Not to mention Bella's name was unknown, she even rarely had the chances of taking a paintbrush. What's more, she was dying, and she was still a young woman, which was a very unlucky thing in the world.

Of course, if it were a master's dying piece, it would be quite different.

Nick stood in front of her, and his enchanting eyes smiled wickedly. "You are good at drawing the merperson, you can draw one for me."

Bella was a little surprised, "Do you want me to draw a merperson?"

Nick said, "I suddenly wanted to see what I used to be."

In that case, it made sense, only Bella in this world had ever seen a merperson. No painter had such experience before.

Hearing what he said, Bella also had an interest. Anyway, it would be boring if she did nothing.

She asked, "What color is your fish tail?" She said, "I see that Elsa's fish tail is white, Charles is golden, and the first elder is also a little white."

Nick said, "Black!"

Black?

Bella gave him an understanding look, which was quite suitable for him. An evil spirit.

Bella couldn't directly draw Nick's image directly on the drawing board, but Nick did not agree that she first used a computer to draw pictures and then painted into oil painting.

Nick said that the person was in front of her, but she wanted to use the copy, which was very wasteful.

Nick said, "You can practice from now on, and wait until you are proficient, you can formally draw."

"Okay." Bella waved her brush awkwardly, and set her sights on the trees in the distance.

Before she painted, Nick blocked her sight.

Bella was very speechless to him, "Do you want me to draw for you or not?" She reminded him rarely, "I don't have much time."

Nick thumbed up and said to himself, "Paint me."

"I know, don’t I need to practice now?" Bella was a little impatient. She thought Nick was so childish like this.

"You should paint me even when you practice," Nick said, "Paint what I am now."

"Then you need to stand still."

"Okay!"

So in the next afternoon, Nick spent all the time standing there.

And he remained motionless, like a sculpture.

When it was dark, Bella was a little bit guilty. Compared to his professionalism, she did not paint seriously and did not paint very well.

She wasn't really as indifferent as she looked like, she had too many things in her mind.

How was Charles? How was Bryant? How was Edwin...?

Her son, she hadn't even looked at him since he was born. He would be more like who, like her or Charles?

When she thought of it, she couldn't concentrate.

Nick walked to her and looked at the man with uneven color patches on her drawing board, and asked her, "Are there spots on my face?"

Bella smiled a little awkwardly, "Haven’t I had told you that I don't know how to use brushes yet?"

Nick snorted coldly, but he no longer embarrassed her. He said coldly, "Eat and sleep."

The meal was the same as at noon, the main food was simple, but the dishes were various.

Bella hesitated and asked, "TV, can we watch it?"

Nick looked up at her with a fake smile, "Oh? Do you miss him?"

His tone was very scornful, and Bella’s heart twitched fiercely when she heard this sentence.

Of course she missed Charles.

When painting Nick, her mind was full of Charles. She had drawn so many pictures for him, his back, his side face, he looked down at her eyes, and his figure when he thought carefully...

Even if he was not with her, she could also draw him lively.

On the canvas, Nick's face was unevenly distributed, not because she was unfamiliar with using brushes, but because she almost painted Nick into Charles. She took her time changing it into Nick's appearance.

She missed Charles too much, because the paintings draw out those memories, and memories flowed towards her like a mountain and sea. She couldn't hold back. She couldn't perform well any more.

Her hands which were holding chopsticks became tight, since she could not perform well, she didn’t want to perform.

She stared at Nick bravely and admitted, "Yes, I miss him." She bent her eyes, "I still miss my child, my brother."

"Can I see them?" Her voice finally trembled. "I really miss them very much."

As soon as her words finished, the tears fell down into the bowl.

She didn't want to show weakness in front of him, and didn't want to make a pitiful look before she died, but at this moment, she really couldn't pretend anymore.

Nick watched her lips trembling, all the sloppy words flowing in his throat couldn't be said at once, and he said in a cold voice, "Eat first. I will let them fix it well tonight, you can see them tomorrow."

He said, "I can't reach my hand to the Kingdom of the Sea now. Even you want to see your son, I can't help you."

"It doesn't matter, just having a look at him and my brother will be okay."

"How about Steven?" Nick said a little provocatively, "You want to know if Charles is good or not, you want to know whether Edwin is fine, but you don't want to know if Steven is living well or not? He almost became Edwin’s shadow for you."

Bella said, "My brother had just had surgery recently, so I was afraid that he would be bad, so I worried about him. As for Steven, he is very healthy. I don't need to worry about him."

"What about Charles? Charles hasn't had any surgery. He is very healthy." Nick said, "Bella, don't make excuses for your own ruthlessness. You are just like Charles. You are unconscious. Take others’ kindness to you for granted."

Bella's hand holding the chopsticks got tight again, she told herself not to care about Nick's words. But how could she really turn a blind eye if his words fell into her heart?

She knew Steven's contribution, but she could only love one person. She thanked Steven, but she couldn't give more in return.

But even if she couldn’t give him the return he wanted. In her heart, Steven was still different from others. She really treated him as a family and expected him to live well.

Bella took few grains, but she felt it difficult to swallow.

She put down her chopsticks and said to Nick, "No matter how unconscious I am, I can see the hearts of others. I can see their kindness to me. Unlike you, who can’t see the hearts of others, thinking the whole world owes you."

Nick looked up at her, and his eyes became dark, "Oh? You want to argue for Charles in my place?"