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Questioning the past, it was not easy for Fabian to tell others. Only Jane. Because he grew up in an environment that might not be expected to give birth to someone who is a genius in fashion. Even Fabian himself could not understand why he ended up on this path.

"What are all those books and colored pencils for, huh?"

Fabian trembled but could not let go of his grip on the sketch he had just finished drawing. He dared not look at the owner of the booming voice behind him. Certainly, there would be a whipping or two in store if he did not stop his activities immediately. But really, as long as he carved the tip of the pencil on the blank paper that was made into a design of clothing with a firm line at the waist, he felt that he had found a world that was so pleasant.

"Fabian!"

"Ta-but, Mom," Fabian closed his eyes tightly. He tried not to flinch despite his mounting fear. "I'm... just drawing."

That remark was met with a very rough booty. It was s