Upon waking up, Nancy noticed something else in the room that she wasn't very familiar with.
Hmm? Drawing books and pens?
She rubbed her head, desperately trying to remember when she bought these, but couldn't search for any memory of them.
It seemed like ... wasn't what she bought?
Hey, forget it, don't think about it, it's sitting in her room left and right, either bought by her sister or her husband.
Remembering the encouragement from her sister and Alcanis earlier, Nancy decided to revive this hobby.
After all, she had been idle lately recovering from her injuries, and she would be very bored if she didn't have an activity to do to pass the time.
She clutched her sketchbook to her bed, her brush in her mouth, and meditated.
This is a small habit of Nancy when she draws, when there is no inspiration, she will hold the brush in her mouth until the inspiration bursts out.
Well ... what to draw?
