Chapter: 415

After retreating to the sanctuary of her room, Millie eschewed beginning her design without delay. Instead, her fingers danced across the keyboard as she delved into the virtual world to unearth information about Mrs. Barton.

Time’s passage was marked by the soft clicks of her mouse until she stumbled upon an archived interview featuring Mrs. Barton. Within it, the host inquired if red was her favored hue.

Observation had told them that Mrs. Barton’s wardrobe blazed with red, yet the response was a pause that hung heavy in the air. Eventually, she slowly shook her head, her voice soft but decisive, revealing her true affection for the shade of black.

Millie’s mind tumed over this revelation, as if peering into a mystery.

Black!

secrecy, symbolizing safety

ignited in Millie’s creative soul, and with a newfound inspiration, she set

Millie slumbering at her desk. Gently lifting her,

childlike wetness at the corner of

revulsion, he tenderly wiped away the drool, marveling at his lack

her sleep, a subtle sign

drawn to Millie’s half-finished creation, and his curiosity was piqued. But alas, it was marred by

the pre-dawn hush, checking her phone to find the time had

sleeping nearby, she

to continue her work, she approached her desk, but what

embarrassment struck her; her drool-soaked paper must

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