Maca couldn't be bothered to listen to her bewildered and incredulous boyfriend on the other end of the phone. She made a direct decision: "Not just for one weekend, the entire next month, I won't be maintaining any close relationship with you. Why? Because I want to, can't I?"
"Detective Cat is indeed somewhat interesting this time, but don't blame me for dampening your spirits, Kelly. The magazine 'Oil Painting' has already declared its career dead. It won't have much of a future."
Maca glanced at Kelly.
"I don't see it that way. If illustrations are liked by audiences, that's the strongest truth in the world. I actually think the shareholders of 'Oil Painting' might be in for quite a fall this time."
Kelly shrugged with a smile.
"Time will tell us the answer."
When Maca was passing the shelves near the cashier with 'The Little Prince' to queue up, she suddenly stopped.
Dammit,
since I've bought it.
How about—
