Back at Ryan's house, Iris was trying to concentrate on her new sketches. She knew she had to finish them in time for the promotional exam, but her mind kept wandering.
The memories of her lost sketchbook haunted her. Each sketch in that book was a piece of her heart, and the loss felt like a wound that wouldn't heal.
Ryan, on the other hand, was grappling with his own thoughts. He had been harsh with Iris, and the guilt gnawed at him.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was missing something important. The tension between them was palpable, and he knew it wasn't just about the lost sketchbook.
As Iris was working late into the night, Ryan approached her room again. He stood outside the door, listening to the sound of her pencil scratching against the paper.
He felt
