I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy - Chapter 6

... beside the bed, she pulled out scissors and started cutting out the self-portrait of me she held in her hand. She carefully trimmed around the image, cutting away the white background, almost as if extracting it like a nukki—an isolated subject.

"How does it look, Eun-ah? Did Mom do a good job?"

Her sudden question left me speechless. Her voice trembled ever so slightly, though she tried her best to hide it.

When I didn’t answer, she opened the frame sitting on the bed an ...