I Am Jealous of the Man in the Painting

Seeing the smile on Hazel's face growing more and more, and the dark clouds gradually disappeared from her eyes, Regan finally felt a little relieved. He wanted Hazel to come back to his side right away, but he couldn't. Although they were apart, he wished for Hazel to be happy. Everything would come to an end soon. Then, Hazel asked for some papers. She was going to draw. Originally, she wanted to do some cross stitches to kill time, but Regan didn't allow her to because she might strain her eyes and prick her fingers, so she chose drawing. Compared to her lifeless self a few days ago, she felt as if she was injected with vitality again and wanted to do something. In short, she just couldn't sit idle. Due to her experience in fashion design, she had basic painting skills, including drawing portraits and animals. She liked to paint Regan's portrait the most. Even if she couldn't see Regan, she could easily draw Regan's portrait as his image was deeply engraved in her mind. While she wa