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

gave me a sense of warmth

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

into sleep, the exhaustion of the day

burt you I

apologized, standing by my side as though

a glance in his direction would be enough to make

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 more than to free myself from the chains that bound

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

love me,

It was only in dreams like this that I had the strength to be

said suddenly, gripping my hand

me off guard, leaving

him, as though he was pouring his entire heart into that

hand was real, pulling me wanted to break free, I couldn't escape the grip of this dream. deeper

I became painfully aware that I was still conscious, trapped in the space between dream

crack. Through

you really here?"