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When Anna Jadwin returned to the living room, she saw Wayne Bailey with black spectacles on, holding a needle, under the light of a crystal lamp, struggling with the needle's eye for a long while.
On his knee, lied the doll that Anna Jadwin had knocked the eye out of!
"Tsk——"
He pricked his finger by accident and cursed angrily.
He had been struggling with threading the needle for over ten minutes and had run out of patience, becoming irritated!
He was so focused that he didn't notice Anna Jadwin standing before him.
Many stitches were already on his fingertip...
From using too much force, it had squeezed out a bead of fresh blood the color of a red bean.
Anna Jadwin quietly reached out to take the needle——
Wayne Bailey tensed up, holding on tightly: "Don't touch!"
"I'll do it, you're no good with needle and thread." Anna Jadwin took the doll from his knee with an expressionless face, and sat on the sofa.
