Breaking Free After My Rebirth
Then, he turned to me guiltily and whispered, "I-I'll buy you another one next time."
I nodded indifferently. I had heard his promises countless times, yet he never kept them.
At the photo studio, Vivian went first, even taking several couple shots with Sebastian. When it was my turn with Sebastian, the photographer raised his camera but awkwardly lowered it again.
"Oh dear, I’m sorry. I'm out of film."
I secretly rejoiced while maintaining a neutral expression. "Oh well, forget it then."
Outside the studio, Sebastian pulled a train ticket from his pocket and handed it to me. It was a standing-room ticket to the capital, departing in four days.