C252 A landscape in a painting

I went in.

A well in the house did not move with me.

It's not supposed to be my well.

If it's my well, it should move with me.

I saw that the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa didn't move an inch and was looking at me with a pair of extremely cold eyes.

I suspect that the well belongs to him.

But he couldn't seem to see his own well.

I stood in the room