Chapter 69

"Yes. Your husband has been buried in the grave, so his cousin will play with you." Harris patted his chest. "Your husband has just been buried," I muttered unhappily. Harris smacked his lips. "Did you defend him?" I didn't want to waste my time on the argument, so I ran over and asked, "Mr. Carroll, may I go?" "Go if you want to. Just don't use your real name," Carroll warned. "Yes, sir!" I didn't figure out the reason for Carroll's weird request till I arrived at the exhibition. The reason was that this exhibition was held by David, my uncle. "Well... does the famous actor like embroidery?" Looking at the poster at the door, I asked Harris. Harris almost spat the coffee out of his mouth. "Hey, come on, is this embroidery? This is a work of art, the top-level one!" I read the introduction on the pamphlet and then looked at Harris with confusion. Harris liked to tease me, but this speech sounded serious. "Why do you look at me in this way?" He looked at me warily. I pointed to a work w