This hand-held fan was created unintentionally. Looking back at my previous works, it seems that they are all colder works. After a pause in my heart, I don't have a little girl's heart. I haven't thought about it for a long time. So I want to design a more lovely one, so that my old aunt can regain her breath. I want to think about what to draw. All of a sudden, I saw a small fan in my hand. In fact, I checked a lot of these on the Internet. They have many functions, including double batteries, folding and 7788. All I want is a simple fan, small and easy to carry. The subject matter is set. I want to think about that element. I don't feel anything. I don't think this can go on. It ran aground. It was a coincidence that I had a dream at night. I dreamed that a man with wings came to me and said where I would take me. I forgot. I woke up and looked back. Wings? People? Isn't that an angel. How can a patriotic millet bug dream of western angels. Who knows, so I thought of the element. "Angel!"
The process of this fan is simple, but the result is not satisfactory. It doesn't seem very cute either. It seems that my heart is more neutral. I can't even say it myself.

To-My Girl's Heart (An)