"No good, think about it, Shanshan's been here for so long, her mother must be worried sick, Shanshan surely doesn't want her mom to be concerned," Donna, who was making breakfast, explained to her daughter beside her.
Hearing this, Nini's face showed a trace of difficulty, but eventually, she knew her mother was right.
Listening to the conversation outside, Shanshan, with wide eyes, thought for a moment then picked up a simple pencil from the table next to her and started drawing on a piece of paper.
Soon, a drawing appeared on the paper, eyes with crossed pupils, twisted tentacles, it was a self-portrait of Shanshan, a very rudimentary self-portrait.
"Shanshan, what are you drawing? It looks awful," Nini curiously asked as she entered the room.
Shanshan stopped her drawing, handed the bizarre painting to Nini, and said, "It's for you."
Nini reached out to take it, looked it over horizontally and vertically but couldn't figure out what was drawn on it.
