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

then, in those early days, his lindness gave me a sense of

soft bed, feeling a rare botment of peace. As

of the day pulling me under,

burt you I just didn't realize how much

apologized, standing by my

my head, trying to pull away from him, terrified that even a glance in his direction would

my grandmother's death go tree,

I wanted nothing more than to free myself from the chains

had loved me even a little, maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this. Maybe we wouldn't be

love me, stop

real life. It was only

it to you," he said suddenly, gripping my

of his touch caught me off guard, leaving me

the first time I had felt such raw emotion from him, as though he was pouring his entire heart into that single

of his hand was real, pulling me

and I became painfully aware that I was still conscious, trapped in

eyes opened just a crack. Through the faintest slit, I saw

really here?"