In My Desperate Time

I check it all over first before putting the tools into the bag.

Then, I bring the bag to eat with Nicole.

I always keep the bag in sight, except... When I go to the restaurant's bathroom.

I suddenly turn my gaze to Nicole. She panicky lower her head as soon as she looks into my eyes.

I can nearly confirm that Nicole has done something.

I'm really naive. How could I believe Nicole? She has been friends with Whitney for so many years, Whitney must have told her about me and Frances. Once there's a problem, helping Whitney will be preferable than helping me.

It's just that, I don't even have a pen now.

What should I do?

When everyone is sketching quickly, I'm the only one who sits there in confusion.

The MC probably feels that there's something wrong too. He walks over and asks me what's wrong.

I say, “My brush is gone.”

Every designer has their own sketching tools that they absolutely won't lend to other people so easily.

Now without my sketching brush, I can't think of other way else than sitting here.

hours. Even if I buy a new one, there's

the time of helplessness, one will always look at

instinctively look

suddenly stands up and walks

the only person who can comfort me is

smiling as

wonder that she pledged so sincerely last

that she already knows how to stop

thought I already

it's just

brush, I

so disappointed at

things away silently before

tell the

I stand up, I see Frances coming

a set of

know that it's

Don't tell me...

of hope flashes

is

man walks toward me like

had been kidnapped and almost got humiliated by

living underground for so long and craves