Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 153: Since the reporters hadnt shown up yet, Allison leisurely browsed through some comics at the mall.

Her attention was drawn away when she heard a soft voice from a nearby corner.

Excuse me, miss… Would you like to take a look at my comics? Turning around, she saw a young man with a boyish face crouched in the corner.

Before him lay a few comics, arranged in a modest display clearly an attempt to promote his work.

Unfortunately, anyone passing by barely spared him a glance.

Its fine if you dont want to buy them.

If you like it, I can give it to you for free.

Just take a look, thats all I ask, he said, his gaze flickering with a hint of envy toward Onyxs polished stall, quickly masking it with a friendly grin.

Im not famous, but I hope this story might brighten your day, even just a little.

Allison, with time to kill, crouched down and picked up one of his comics.

To her surprise, his artwork was diverse and inviting, each panel imbued with a tender warmth that was hard to ignore.

The cover of the comic she held featured a delightfully clumsy cat, its fluffy, round body perched by a window, attempting to act cute.

Her heart softened; there was something undeniably endearing about it.

The cat in this story is inspired by one I used to have, the young man explained, a fondness glowing in his eyes.

Back when I lived in the countryside, it was just me and the cat.

I try to capture that feeling, hoping it brings a bit of warmth to everyone who reads it.

Allison flipped open the comic and noticed the name Garry Schmidt scribbled inside.

It seemed to be his real name.

Your art is really impressive.

Why hasnt anyone bought it? Have you thought about submitting your work to a publisher? These drafts are great, but you could definitely take them further.

His talent was clear the way he balanced the pacing, the smooth progression of each scene, all carried a quiet charm.

The animals he drew had a lovable awkwardness, the landscapes felt naturally serene, and his characters, like the young boy in shorts, exuded innocence and simplicity.

his head,

arent smooth

more action-packed, and publishers

and Ive been giving them away to

for a

rough, especially when

things feel

pages,

is, your art style isnt the

Its the flow.

more time setting up the transitions and building a smoother rhythm, your work could really

a big shift, the

way of bottling lifes moments and turning them into an

the most vivid memories you have and the

your transitions will start to

all, every artist had their own

to one of the chapters, she offered a more specific

one spot where you could approach it

is a camera, gradually panning to a new angle, subtly hinting at whats about to

into the next scene without jarring

eager to understand

do I go about it?

after all! If she could guide Garry in the right direction, his talent could be the key to countering Onyxs hold

on the floor, picked it up, and

quick strokes, she sketched a playful Persian cat, its large, round eyes

Here, she said.

look at

practically hit

Impressive! he stammered.

few fluid strokes, it was clear

had an uncanny command over structure and perspective, effortlessly mastering the

with the speed and grace of a seasoned

mere moments, behind the Persian cat she had drawn emerged a serene country path, flanked by wheat fields rippling like golden waves under the soft caress of

through the background, its waters babbling quietly as

just paint a picture

was more than a scene; it carried

of wheat heavy in the air, and the warm breeze carrying the fragrance far

longer Garry studied it,

vu crept over