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

rare botment of peace. As through

the day pulling me under, a familiar voice

wanted to burt you I just didn't realize how

and over again, he apologized, standing by my side as though he had been there all

my head, trying to pull away from him, terrified that even a glance in his direction would be enough to make me fall

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

an unbridgeable chin between us, a gap I could never cross. I wanted nothing

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

me, stop wasting my

bring myself to say in real life. It was only

said suddenly, gripping my hand

caught me off guard, leaving me

pouring

pulling me wanted to break free, I couldn't escape the grip of

down my face, and I became painfully aware that I was

crack. Through the faintest slit,

really here?"