Lijuan sat on her bed thinking deeply the next morning.
So that was how Yun's pen disappeared just like that? If it had been only the pen, she probably would have thought maybe she dropped it somewhere, but the drawing had also disappeared and she still hadn't been able to find either of both.
She probably should just apologise to him and buy him another one even though he had said that pen meant a lot to him. She didn't want them to be on bad terms because of it.
She stood up and walked over to her closet. She opened the large closet which was big enough to fit in at least 20 persons and pulled out a luggage box which she wheeled towards her bed before opening it.
Inside, there were different drawing books. Drawing books which were filled up with her designs. This was her talent. But she could do nothing other than bury them here.
If she managed to run her own clothing line, who was going to buy from her when they all knew she was a thief?
