Chapter 1238

Frank merely smiled calmly at Charmine’s question. His clear eyes showed no hint of love and emotion as he replied, “No, you’re overthinking things. I like to be alone—it’s simpler this way. You should know that I’m not interested in love.” “Oh,” Charmine did not question anymore. She changed the topic and said, “Frank, try to attract some butterflies for me to see.” Frank landed his brush on the white piece of paper and wrote a sentence. [Through the woods, you’re a destination I can’t reach.] As he wrote, a butterfly flew toward them out of nowhere. Like a bee that smelled pollen, the butterfly flew over curiously. The butterfly stayed on the paper and fluttered its wings. Along with the beautiful sentence, it formed a beautiful sight. Charmine was touched again. “Frank, how did you do it?” “Control the brush deftly. I let the brush, ink, and myself merge into one,” explained Frank simply before he handed the brush to her. Charmine put down the ink and took the