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

piece of clay fell away

clay, capturing

that moment, Kellan felt an unusual tranquility, as if they were the

no plans

that seemed to alleviate the constant

young but extremely serene, distant and distant, as if her heart was

Kellan was amazed.

remembered the woman he had

him and disappeared in the

been as distant as an ancient glacier, motionless in

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

breathlessness around them was

Allison's failure, was now

How can it be.

.

.

that

of nostalgia, he had

friendly figure had splintered into pieces, possibly severing

.

.

or maybe not.

.

.

moment, his attention

even more reserved and had

of regret, realizing she

close and the sun began to set,

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