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

found Millie slumbering at her desk. Gently lifting her, he placed her on

the childlike wetness at the corner of her mouth—a secret shared only

the drool, marveling at

her sleep, a subtle sign of relief

creation, and his curiosity was piqued. But alas, it was marred by the

to find the time had slipped to

peacefully sleeping nearby, she wondered if he had carried her to bed last

a need to continue her work, she approached her desk, but what met her eyes left her

sadness and embarrassment struck her; her drool-soaked paper must have

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