Lucy was disappointed.

Although she had a rough outline of each frame in her mind, whenever she tried to put pen to paper, she was met with various obstacles. Sometimes, the overall composition of the drawing was not in harmony, making it look awkward.

Other times, the lines in the little details were too messy and not seamless enough. These minor flaws affected the overall aesthetic.

Lucy set her drawing pencil aside, feeling at a loss.

Outside the window, a chirping bird of an unknown species perched on a nearby rooftop.

It caught Lucy's eye. When she looked over, she noticed that the evening sky had darkened with clouds gathering together. They chased the last remnants of daylight on the horizon... Not long after, a sense of drowsiness overcame her. She could no longer resist the urge to close her eyes.

It seemed like she was exhausted.

With so much going on in the past few days, it was no wonder Lucy was tired. Perhaps her dissatisfaction and inability to focus on her artwork were because of her fatigue.

She realized that she needed to take a break and relax.

lightheaded, she could not resist closing her eyes, regardless of the noise

the book in her hand, drifting off to sleep before she was

knocked on the door, but there

She never liked to be disturbed while she was drawing as

he decided to check up on her

stay in her room for five or six hours straight and be nowhere to

"Wifey?"

after knocking for a

pushed it

hand, carelessly fast asleep.

and her crimson lips were slightly parted.

even have the

about was how much Lucy was just like a child. was evening, and the temperature was

"Wifey..."

angry, he would not show it to Lucy. He

"Wifey,

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