C81 The Most Untouchable Woman in My Life

I took my new Mark's pencil out of the drawer, and my hands didn't quite obey me. I couldn't do a good job of sharpening a pencil. I would rather I drank too much than think that my hands had lost their old agility.

God damn it, then how can I be like before, freely bathing in the white sketch of my sweetheart on paper?

Putting the paper away