Chapter 35: Surrounded by a rapt crowd, Allison gently picked up a piece of clay and sprinkled it with water.

It was then that Kellan realized that she had been deliberately slowing her pace to guide him through the basics.

In less than a minute, the clay in his hands had already begun to transform.

The art of sculpting gave way to the precision of carving.

It's like watching a movie, someone murmured, amazed.

Colton and Melany, who had previously ridiculed Allison, were now showing visible signs of anxiety, their foreheads glistening with sweat.

They scrutinized her every move, wary of any hint of deception.

Kellan expected Allison to need his help, but she only occasionally asked him to pass her a file.

Take the smallest one, he ordered calmly, his voice a firm anchor in the charged atmosphere.

His hands moved with deliberate grace and the clay seemed to yield to his touch, coming to life under his skillful fingers.

Kellan held out the file more.

small behind.

In that fleeting contact, he once again perceived the scent of plum blossoms that she gave off.

A lump formed in his throat and he gently wiped the sweat from Allison's forehead with a clean handkerchief, gently brushing his fingers against her forehead.

smooth skin.

As he removed his hand, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

He marveled that her skin could be as smooth and fine as porcelain.

completely absorbed in her

fell away and her thin fingers moved like

clay, capturing the essence of

tranquility, as if they were the last two people on earth, along with the pottery that surrounded

were no plans or

to alleviate the constant restlessness that

distant and distant, as if her heart

Kellan was amazed.

the woman he had met that

him and disappeared in the

been as distant

admiration gave way to a profound silence as everyone's attention remained focused solely on

breathlessness around them was

anticipated Allison's failure, was now struggling to

How can it be.

.

.

the little ceramic dog that

had smashed it

figure had splintered into pieces, possibly

.

.

or maybe not.

.

.

that moment, his attention was

reserved and had not offered him

pang of regret, realizing she might have overlooked something

day drew to a close and the sun

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