NovelEnglishChapter 438: ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ "Careful not to blend too much,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, her hand moving with steady precision.
The lotus petals she worked on were a delicate blend of pinks that encircled the bright yellow stamens at the heart of the flower. It was the trickiest section of the entire piece, demanding both patience and an almost obsessive attention to detail.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEveryone watched in silence, the room filled with an almost palpable tension. Even Louis' team, who had been milling about earlier, stood still, their necks craning to catch a glimpse of Allison's progress. No one dared to break the spell she had cast over the room, fearful of shattering the concentration that filled the air.
With a quiet breath, Allison selected the finest brush from her collection, her fingers gliding over it like an extension of her own hand. She leaned closer, using a magnifying glass to carefully outline the lotus within the eye of a dragonfly - a detail so small it bordered on impossible.
The technique she employed was a rarity, a masterful blend of over a dozen pigments, each carefully chosen to achieve colors with breathtaking accuracy. Her process was instinctive, effortless, a natural talent honed to perfection. The minutes stretched into a full half-hour, but to the onlookers, it felt like mere seconds.
They were entranced, captivated by the precision and grace with which Allison worked. Every stroke was deliberate, every movement imbued with a quiet confidence. It was nothing short of a natural gift.
Finally, Allison set her brush down. "It's done." A faint sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, the light catching her nose as the room's glow bathed her in warmth. Her skin seemed to radiate with an almost porcelain-like clarity, the fine hairs along her cheek illuminated by the soft light.
Kellan's dark eyes lingered on her, but his gaze remained flat. There was something about the way she worked so focused, so entirely absorbed in her task, that made the rest of the world fade away. In those moments, Allison seemed to belong to a different realm, one where nothing else existed but her and the painting before her. She was serene, yet distant, her usual sharp edges softened by her concentration.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLost in thought for what felt like ages, the crowd finally began to understand what had just unfolded. Tears welled up in many eyes as they erupted into cheers.
"Look! The eyes are fully restored! And there are lotus flowers inside them!" "Mr. Astley, you were right! Ms. Clarke is truly gifted!" "Witnessing the revival of the painting-within-a-painting technique... I can die happy now!" Everyone around was praising Allison's incredible skill. Meanwhile, Keanu stood there, his eyes brimming with tears. His hands trembled as he stared at the dragonfly's eyes, unable to tear his gaze away. A blend of excitement and guilt surged within him, all coming together as an immense wave of gratitude toward Allison.
"Allison, if it weren't for you, I don't know what I would've done," hem murmured his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
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