She suddenly remembered the day when William asked her if she knew how to paint.

Even though she was supposed to not know how, when she put the brush to the paper, everything felt so familiar, as if she had done it a thousand times before.

Pencils danced on paper to slowly outline the contours. Suddenly, when she saw what she had drawn, Jennifer's heart skipped a beat and she immediately threw away the pencil.

She had actually...drawn that man.

It must be him, tall ...