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ry was packed, with elegantly dressed people whispering in approval of the artwork exhibited. Ethan hardly caught what they

Mark, who had strongly encouraged him to come to this art exhibition. Mark firmly believe

till fixated on Ava. "Ethan, you must

peared from his life without a word, creating a void that Ethan couldn't fill. He attemp

basic artwork, a depiction of a solitary beach during sunset, yet there was something about it that capti

a gentle voice as

scaded in gentle waves around her shoulders, while her eyes appeared to reflect the sunlight of th

ne betraying more enthusiasm than he

a nod. "I exist." My

d out his hand." "Your work is amazing." This p

happy that it connects with you." I create art with my emotions

ionalist, and before long, they were chatting about art, life, and everything else. Ethan couldn't recall