With a tuberose and three letters from his brother, Claude returned to the world, and the brothers would no longer be separated.
I am Joseph de la Sounes, a nobleman, a painter, a photographer, a regulator, but even earlier, my brother Claude was the one who really wanted to be a painter, and I was his rose, his model.
However, he died, and without the painter who painted the beauty, Rose could only pick up the pen to paint the story of the painter and herself.
I miss the feeling of being buried in his chest, I miss the feeling of being comforted by him. At that time, we were so close that it was hard to imagine being separated, but he died, how cruel.
I couldn't imagine how to live because no one could see me fully anymore and I had lost the inspiration to live. Although I picked up a paintbrush, I couldn't replace him as a real painter. All I did was socialize with those painters, learn painting techniques, and then copy, copy, copy, use my own appearance to copy his face, and use a paintbrush to copy people's thoughts. However, one day, a machine was born that knew how to copy better than me. So in order to pursue more accurate techniques that can be restored to the smallest detail, I became a photographer...
But now, the above paragraph has no meaning, because after I came to the manor, I found my brother Claude, and now we live happily together. I kiss him when I want to, and hug him when I want to hug him. We stay close together at night, and welcome the sunshine together during the day. The only trouble is that Claude doesn't know how to play Identity V... But it is also a kind of fun.
Purpose: Love spans life and death