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 and comfort in a

the soft bed, feeling a rare botment of peace. As

exhaustion of the day pulling

wanted to burt you

Over and over again, he apologized, standing by my

from him, terrified that even a glance in his direction would be enough

let the one responsible for my grandmother's death

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

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

don't love me, stop

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

suddenly, gripping my hand tightly. "I do

of his touch caught me off guard, leaving me

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

spreading through me, as though the clull of his hand was real, pulling me wanted to break free, I couldn't escape

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

opened just a crack. Through the faintest slit,

you really