C226 An Old Friend

At night, in Starmoon City, In one of the most magnificent buildings, Pumishura was waving a brush to his heart's content. How could he paint the illusory beauty on the Imperial flag of the Empire? When the brush stopped at the woman's face, He could not draw it no matter what, as if he was in a daze. Sometimes he smiled bitterly, sometimes he was happy. He had been standing there for hours