The room suddenly fell silent as Felix dipped an eyebrow pencil in brow powder and bent down to help Ash draw his eyebrows. After finishing the two sword-shaped brows, she calmly said, "I didn't hide it; I just didn't think it was worth mentioning."
She paused and added, "Painting was the only class my father insisted on arranging for me."
Felix didn't know why she specially mentioned this; perhaps she didn't understand her own emotions. It had been half a year since she heard the news of her father's death. Time truly is the most wonderful force in the world. Her feelings toward her father had changed from intense hatred, to loss and confusion, and now had turned into an indescribable melancholy.
