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

me a sense of warmth and comfort

sank into the soft bed, feeling a rare botment

the day

wanted to burt you I just didn't realize how much damage I

and over again, he apologized, standing by my side

a glance in his direction would

for my grandmother's death go tree, Don't you think you owe

I could never cross. I wanted nothing more than to free myself from

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

love me, stop wasting

to say in real life. It was only

he said suddenly, gripping my

of his touch caught me off guard, leaving

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

me, as though the clull of his hand was real, pulling me wanted

aware that I was still conscious,

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

really