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

those early days, his lindness gave me a sense of warmth

a rare botment of peace. As through the quiet of my dreams.

sleep, the exhaustion of the day pulling me under,

I never wanted to burt you I just didn't realize how much damage I

he apologized, standing by my side as

him, terrified that even a glance in

you let the one responsible for my grandmother's death go

I could never cross. I wanted nothing more than

things wouldn't have turned out like this. Maybe we wouldn't be

me, stop

couldn't bring myself to say in real life. It was only in

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

me

though he was pouring his entire heart into

hand was real, pulling me wanted

I was

just a crack. Through the faintest

really here?" I