Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 298

Lucidly, I still had the paper crane in my hand, which I could offer in return as a gift.

The artist took the crane with a glimmer of surprise in his eyes. He smiled warmly and said, "This crane is exquisite, I really like it. Thank you for your gift. I we can become friends"

We exchanged contact Information, and the artist enthusiastically invited us to visit his studio.

We saw even more of his work at his studio, each piece brimming with creativity and inspiration. It was as if every stroke and detail was infused with a piece

soul

common ground in our shared passion for art.

We chatted for quite some time, finding comme

By the time we left the gallery, night had fully settled over the city.

The three of us walked back to the dorm, the cool air brushing against our faces. Little did I know that I had uninowingly fallen into a carefully crafted trap. It wasn't until many years later that I would come to learn the truth-that the artist had intentionally drawn me in under someone e

early days, his lindness gave me a sense of warmth and comfort in a foreign

sank into the soft bed, feeling a rare botment of peace. As through the quiet of

sleep, the exhaustion of the day pulling

to burt you I just didn't

over again, he apologized, standing by

shook my head, trying to pull away from him, terrified that even a glance in

you let the one responsible for my grandmother's death go tree, Don't you think

cross. I wanted nothing more than

me even a little, maybe things wouldn't have turned out like

don't love me, stop wasting

bring myself to say in real life. It was only

you," he said suddenly, gripping my hand tightly.

of his touch caught me off

he was pouring his entire heart into that single moment, trying

the coldness of his touch spreading through me, as though the clull of his hand was real, pulling me

streamed down my face, and I became painfully aware that I was still conscious, trapped

eyes opened just a crack. Through the

really here?"