Drawing

Parker couldn't bear to cut it up, even though such a big piece was inconvenient. Seeing that Qingqing was bent on doing this, he could only bear with the heartache and helped to cut up the door-sized paper into several tens A4-sized paper. There was quite a considerable amount when they were stacked together. It was just that there was a slight difference in the paper size. There was no way that it'd be as neat as when they were cut up by machines in modern days.

Bai Qingqing then brought over the jar of charcoal they made last night, picking out three nicer pieces, and then giving two out. She then started to write and draw excitedly.

Parker also drew on the paper with great interest. Muir was the only one at a loss. Seeing that both of them were engrossed in their drawing, he furrowed his brows and started scribbling too. However, he was careful with each stroke as his heart ached to be using the paper.