Ansley’s art exhibition had brought endless inspiration to me. I cooped myself up in the house to study the various techniques of painting, as well as to study some related information.

 

Right then, I earnestly hoped for a master’s guidance. Even though I could learn it all on my own, I knew that my learning process would be much accelerated if there was a master guiding me. It seemed like my Eastsummer trip was wasted though, and Crystal did not seem to appreciate it enough.

 

I stayed at home for three days, and my draft drawings were strewn across the floor. I drove myself to exhaustion and snuggled myself into the blanket to sleep. Christopher dragged me out of my blanket and dressed me up as he said, “Follow me.”

“Where are we going? I have new inspiration popping into my head today, and I’m not going to let it go to waste.” I rejected the man outright, knowing full well that my bloodshot eyes were quite scary.

then.” Christopher wiped my face and went to open the wardrobe. Just when I thought he was really going to leave me alone, he made his way over and draped a coat over me. Oblivious to what he was about to do, I

shouted, “What are you

of your business,” Christopher said

care less if you’re going out. Why did you carry me on

 

my seatbelts and stepped on the pedal. I was taken aback by the speed, and could not help but notice that his impetuous manner kind

are you taking

see someone very important,” he

 

was taking me to see two quite old friends instead. One was the famous painter, Spencer Lynch while the other one was the

I pointed at the two and

exhibition soon, and is always yapping on about finding some seniors to guide you. I just think that these two are qualified to do so. Feel free

amused by his suggestion. Did he just say that these two were just qualified? Was he oblivious to the fact that most people would be over the moon to be

 

It’s been a long time since we last met. Thank you for helping me out at the art exhibition last time. I haven’t been able to thank you

I noticed that Spencer was not quite comfortable looking at me, and he did not even seem like he wanted to talk to me. Was

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