Crawling Back To Her Series Redemption and Refuse

Chapter 32

Book2 Chapter24.

"Surprised?"

Rolin asked with a smile as he ledinto the school, heading straight toward the Art Department.

It turned out tonight was the opening ceremony of the summer art exhibition.

It was at this very exhibition years ago that | first met Leo.

As | stepped into the venue and saw the youthful, unrestrained expressions on everyone's faces, Rolin's intention

suddenly becclear.

My designs were tinged with a twilight hue, devoid of vitality and vibrance that filled this room.

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Back then, it wasn't just my technical skills that had earneda major design award-it was the fearless energy

and confidence of youth.

| turned to Rolin, sincerely thanked him.

"Thank you. | see what the problem is now."

Rolin gave a knowing smile, his demeanor lightening.

"I knew my muse was just temporarily dormant-see, you're already breaking free!"

Noticing my sudden uneasy, he quickly added: "Don't feel too pressured. I'm not here just for you. I'm also

scouting snew talent for the company."

With that, he leftto explore the venue at my own pace.

Relishing the freedom, | decided to fully enjoy the exhibits.

That is, until | stumbled upon a small room and was shocked to see a painting | had made years ago.

This painting wasn't supposed to be here.

A staff member, noticing my fixed gaze, approached and spoke up:

"This painting is from one of our earlier graduates. It was actually sold a few days ago, so it's not part of this

exhibition."

My painting was sold?

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Before | could ask more, Rolin gently pulledaway.

We arrived at the central square, where everyone had gathered, tools in hand, eager for a challenge.

"Live creation challenge-are you in?"

"No, no," | instinctively declined, taking a step back.

But Rolin quickly thrust a box of paints into my hands and gently pushedforward.

From below, he shouted: "If you win, I'll personally review your design drafts! Go for it, my muse!"

The crowd's cheers grew louder, the atmosphere buzzing with energy.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or maybe | just missed the spirited person | used to be, but then | thought:

It's tto rediscover who | really am.