
my absolute favorite type of art style in Manila is when the author draws every single thing by hand. I love to look at the art and appreciate every single panel and all the hard work put into it, especially with the coloring. The story itself was a tragedy, and I knew from the get-go what was going to happen but it still doesn’t make it less sad. Surprisingly I didn’t cry, but it left me with conflicting feelings about the doctor and how the boyfriend was still unwilling to accept how he had wronged his partner