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.

seemed completely absorbed in her

fell away and her thin fingers

clay, capturing

tranquility, as if they were the last two people on earth, along

no plans

just a serene space that seemed to alleviate the constant restlessness that ran

enigmatic, young but extremely serene, distant and distant, as if

Kellan was amazed.

woman he

him and disappeared in

moments, her gaze had been as distant as an

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

breathlessness around them

failure, was now struggling to process the

How can it be.

.

.

ceramic dog that Allison had given him three years

he had smashed it to pieces

figure had splintered into

.

.

or maybe not.

.

.

that moment, his attention was

reserved

regret, realizing she

day drew to a close and the sun began to set, Allison

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