FLYNN'S POV
It's been a month since Jinwoo and I moved out of his parent's house and live from their dream house. We are creating their own family. However, it has a guilt feeling inside me since she's not here with me because of the incident she's been through.
Then, I crouch beside Jinwoo, who is staring at the picture album. "I can't believe that you hide our pictures," I mumble.
"Of course. It's our moment from the first we met in the deep forest where you always draw." He replies. I remember the time that we met in the woods.
LAST YEARS AGO…
I heave a deep, heavy sigh when I feel very tedious inside my room. Feaubry always with our mother, Euphemia while Fletcher is in his sturdy room, studying about being a noble person, a well-mannered man.
Then, I grab my sketch pad, pencils, and most importantly, my paints. It's been a while since I sneaked out from our mansion just to paint nature and have a relaxing time by myself.
