She wants to be a journalist and has been more focused on learning photography.
A lot, a lot...
But she couldn't say a word, he was so busy, how would he have time to listen to her babble about these trivial bothersome things?
He was saving lives, working tirelessly.
She did nothing, yet was still jealous.
But—
She was really jealous, no matter how she tried to convince herself, she was still jealous.
Mia Ginger sat by the bed, tears welled up in her eyes and fell with a plop onto the back of her hand.
She felt quite useless again.
She bit her lip.
Took off her coat, set down her phone, turned off the lights, forced herself not to think about anything, and fell asleep as quickly as possible.
Actually, she hadn't been able to sleep for several days.
At home, every day she had the Chancellor to keep her company and chat a bit.
Even if he couldn't understand.
Now alone in the hotel, falling asleep had become a difficult thing.
