Meow clenched her fist; Lady Priscilla's words filled her heart with hope.
"Teacher, thank you, I will definitely try my best."
Meow's eyes lit up, as bright as the most dazzling star in the night sky.
She couldn't place all her hopes on the doctor, as he wasn't completely sure about the memory issue either.
Meow wanted to find another path for herself.
She couldn't find her parents, but they surely remembered her. As long as she worked hard and stood at the top, letting the whole world know her, maybe her parents would see her.
Meow picked up a paintbrush; she wanted to work hard for herself.
Lady Priscilla didn't want to discourage Meow, but she recalled the conversation with Tyr, who seemed to want Meow to paint just to pass the time, not to become a world-class artist.
"But... Does Mr. Tyr approve of your idea? Does he... support you?"
Meow paused for a moment: "This is my own affair, isn't it?"
