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.

two hours. Even if I buy a new one, there's not enough

always look at the person they want

instinctively look

up and walks outside.

can comfort me is gone, this

smiling as

that she pledged so

turns out that she already knows how to stop me from

thought I

the end, it's

any brush, I can't

am so

my things away silently before

going to tell the MC

I stand up,

a set of

see it, I know that it's the

Don't tell me...

glimpse of hope flashes through my heart.

I see that Frances is

walks toward me like a

when I had been kidnapped and almost

a mouse that has been living underground for so long and craves for the sun