“But why? How did that happen?” Cristelle felt like she was gonna cry.

She could see those craftworks through the window. Her sister used to be a great pianist. But now, she was forced to do things like this.

She wondered if Claire liked her job or not.

“Miss, are you also here to buy their works?” The teahouse owner looked serious yet friendly, “The owner of that craft studio has been my neighbor for at least ten years. His business has been running slow. Until one day, a young girl ...