NovelEnglishThe cold dialing tone of the phone rang until it turned into a busy tone and hung up automatically, with no one answering.
I was walking absentmindedly while holding the paint, my hand firmly holding my phone. I was waiting for Colin to callback.
According to his habit, he would definitely call back within five minutes after missing my call, even when he was busy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut today, after ten whole minutes passed, my phone was still quiet. In the chat box pinned at the top of WhatsApp, the last message from him was from yesterday afternoon. He had askedif I wanted to eat sfruit.
Suddenly, I had an unprecedented sense of unease.
Even when I entered Crystal House, I was still thinking about that tall figure, wondering if he was Colin. If he was, where was he now, and why hadn't he returned my call! With something on my mind, I couldn't focus even after sitting in front of my canvas for a while. Not wanting to ruin the painting, I put down the brush and decided to go to Colin's office.
Maybe I was mistaken, and he was actually working on his desk. Or maybe he wasn't there, but someone knew where he went.
As I was rushing out, I didn't notice the footsteps outside. So, I collided with Ivy Ford, a sophomore, as she cin.
The young woman was petite and delicate. So when I bumped into her, she was pushed back and fell to the ground. The things she was holding wen flying all over the place.
"Luna, why are you in such a rush?" Ivy pouted her lips and rubbed her arm, her teary eyes particularly pitiful. She was the only one in the sophomore year to be praised by Professor King. The old man once toldthat Ivy's painting style was versatile and that she was very talented, suggesting that she should be fostered separately. Content belongs to FindS She took her own initiative to introduce herself toeven before the professor had said anything, acting close to me. I tried to stop her several times but it was useless. So, I gave up and let her be.
At that time, I had wanted to ask the professor how she compared to me. But then I thought it was et meaningless. There were many talented individuals in the world of art. If Pasked, it would makeseem petty and narrow-minded. Besides, I should be proud of having an outstanding junior. Content belongs to FindThese days, she would spend her free tin Crystal House. It was rare for such a young person to not go out partying. So, this just proved the professor's keen eye for spotting talent.
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I had deliberately observed her several times when she was focused on painting. She had that kind of concentration and fascination. She was totally engrossed in her work. I seemed to see my former self in her. When I was her age, I was really serious too.
It madewant to play matchmaker.
It was my fault for bumping into her so suddenly and causing her to get hurt. So, quickly helped her up. She rubbed her buttocks and followedher b back into the room before sitting down in her seat. I asked her her worriedly, "Is it serious? Lettake you to the infirmary." Content belongs to Find
"It's okay. It was just a scratch, I'll be fine. By the way, were you rushing to e the bathroom to pee, Luna?"
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