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I stumbled out from Xiao Minxing's place, my steps unsteady, and as soon as I returned to my room, I collapsed onto the bed.
Suddenly, the world spun around me; I felt as if I had fallen into hell, overwhelmed by discomfort, surrounded by darkness with no glimmer of light in sight.
I woke up once in the middle of the night, my throat felt like it was on fire—dry and painful, and my nose was exhaling hot air.
Struggling to get up, I wanted to go downstairs for a glass of water, but as I passed by the study, I unexpectedly saw light seeping out from inside.
It came from under the door, a narrow strip of dim light casting a shadow on the carpet in the hallway.
Xiao Minxing should be inside, but what does that have to do with me? We had a falling out last night; it wasn't our first time, but it hurt me the most this time. In the past, he only intensified the hurt without ever letting me taste any sweetness, but this time was different.
His strategy changed; he was nice to me one moment and distant the next.
It was like pulling back a fist—I thought he was going to give me a hug, but instead, he struck harder.
This blow hit straight at my heart, shattering the faint hope I still had for him into pieces that could never be put back together.
Cold water slid down my throat; although my throat didn't feel any better, my mind slowly cleared. Reflecting on how I had been busy with his matters during the day only to end up with such results at night made me want to laugh.
Surely no one in the world could be more deluded than I am, always thinking that his little gestures were love. But he never saw it that way; it was all just my one-sided feelings.
Those ridiculous nights filled with sympathy for him—Xiao Minxing must be laughing secretly in his heart. How could there be such a foolish woman in this world?
Unable to distinguish good from bad, feeling pity for Demon—wasn't I the one who was more pitiful?
After drinking another glass of cold water, when I returned upstairs, the light in the study was still on.
But I didn’t stop to look again; instead, I silently returned to my own room.
Sitting by the window, I watched as the night was gradually driven away by dawn, transforming from grayish-white to bright colors, illuminating everything inside the room.
I got up from the chair, stretched my sore legs, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then changed my clothes.
I didn’t make breakfast for Xiao Minxing; instead, I took my drawing board and drove out.
At this time, the Studio was naturally closed, so I grabbed a quick breakfast at a nearby shop and found myself lost in thought while watching the hurried people outside.
At nine o'clock, the Car parked steadily downstairs at the Studio.
The Teacher of the White Class had just arrived, and there were only a few students present.
Due to the incident last time, I had become somewhat well-known here, so when that Teacher saw me, he greeted me with a big smile.
I didn’t bother being modest; I directly said, “From today onwards, I want to learn how to edit photos on the computer.”
The Teacher looked through my information and didn’t say anything else but led me into the Computer Room.
It wasn’t as difficult as I imagined; after all, these things still relied on the pen in hand, while the computer was just an auxiliary tool. It was simply about making minor edits and then scanning them for more people to see.
Moreover, since I had some prior knowledge of computers, I quickly grasped the key points.
I tried editing some of my previous drawings. Although I wasn't completely satisfied with the results, the process was correct; it just required more practice.
To my surprise, when I came out of the Computer Room, I saw Ye Guang in the Studio.
It had been many days since we last met, so when I saw him, I hurried over to greet him. However, he looked at me with wide eyes in confusion like when we first met and then lowered his head without saying a word.
I sat down next to him and couldn’t help but recall that phone call before the Funeral and the sound of crying on the line. I softly said to him, “I called you that night, but it wasn’t you who answered.”
Ye Guang remained silent, the brush paused on the paper, and he hadn't made a single stroke for a long time.
But I couldn't continue like this today. Last night, before dawn, I had already thought it through. Since I couldn't do any work, and since Xiao Minxing had given me this money to learn Comics, covering all subjects, why couldn't I use this to earn a living for myself?
Mina had brought this up with me a long time ago, but at that time, I had no confidence at all. Moreover, I had just pinned new hopes on Xiao Minxing and felt there was no need for it.
Looking back now, I realize how ridiculous I was. In this world, there are no reliable men. If you can't save yourself, you'll only end up being trampled underfoot.
So after failing to talk to Ye Guang, I returned to my spot and began to intentionally draw some stories based on my thoughts.
As the brush touched the paper, I realized I was drawing that rainy night.
A pitiful and sad woman walked along a muddy road amidst the wind and rain.
She was going to retrieve a Gift, a Gift sent from heaven.
But the wind was too strong, the rain too heavy, and her steps too slow. By the time she arrived, she had already missed the best moment. So she received nothing, her hands empty, and she couldn't see the way back when she turned around.
Alone in the void, she wandered aimlessly, stopping and starting.
All along, that thing she cherished never appeared again.
These thoughts seemed simple to recall, but capturing my feelings on paper was not easy at all. So I revised and revised until an entire day had passed by the time I finished drawing.
Outside, I didn't know when it had already grown dark; many evening students had arrived.
Looking at what was in my hands, I gently wrote a few words on top with a pencil.
"The Lost Gift."
After leaving the studio, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't even had lunch. At this moment, I was extremely hungry, and the faint aroma wafting from the street made it hard for me to move.
I placed all my paintings in the car and turned into a nearby small eatery.
Since it was already late, it didn't matter if I ate and then went back. As for Xiao Minxing, since he hadn't called me angrily, it should mean there was no problem.
This kind of peaceful coexistence wasn't bad at all. It would be best if he wasn't home when I returned or if he had already gone to bed, so I wouldn't have to see him and get angry again.
At this moment, even thinking of him unintentionally would affect my appetite, so I tried my best to shake my head and focus on the food in front of me.
Perhaps God was really looking out for me this time because when I returned home, Xiao Minxing was indeed not there. The state of the house was just as I had left it; it seemed he still hadn't come back. Habitually, I took out my phone and dialed his number but ended up hanging up before it connected.
He had already returned to his former self; why should I seek out trouble for myself?
After returning to my room and taking a shower, I started browsing online for computers and printers.
If I were really going down this path, there were some things I still needed to prepare. Although ordinary brands online didn't cost much, unfortunately, I was still broke at the moment. So after browsing, I shifted my attention to jewelry.
Xiao Minxing had bought me a lot of jewelry, but I rarely wore any of it. Most of it was stored in the drawer of my vanity. The last time I ran away from home, I had thought about it once; this time, I could only focus on that.
Only by using these would he not notice or perhaps never care at all.
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