Rewriting My Heart's Fate

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Chapter 329 It seemed he noticed my gaze, and there was a hint of wannth in his eyes.

"Are you painting the lake here?" I asked tentatively, curious about his painting skills. I was always drawn to talented individuals.

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At that moment, I realized we might face a language barrier. Just as I was about to switch to a language he was more familiar with, I noticed a faint blush on his Perhaps my curiosity had been a bit too forward; he looked slightly embarrassed and silently handedhis work "I'm not here to capture the scenery. I'm actually trying to depict straditional clothing," he explained.

I was surprised by how fluently he spoke a foreign language. Looking at the painting, I saw an elegant evening gown with a shimmering quality, even though it was just a sketch. It was refreshing to see someone truly integrate nature into their art.

This was the first tI encountered such a unique style of painting. His approach inspired me, and I started thinlding about how I could make my own design stand out Drawing from nature and applying it back to nature, only by highlighting the design elements within the natural world could one achieve a sense of authenticity.

Your designs have truly inspiredand givennew ideas. I'm so glad to have met you here; you're like a godsend," I exclaimed.

I could sense an Easton charm about him. Perhaps my direct compliment made him blush, and he simply smiled in response.

"I low you! You're the exchange student here. I'm Kevin Somerson from the class next door, and I'm mixed race," he introduced himself with a relaxed demeanor, which impressed me.

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I quickly regained my composure. It was rare to meet someone so exceptional. As a designer, having friends and connections was crucial for exposure and opportunities. One couldn't just sit quietly; after all, if a person were to design in isolation, they wouldn't keep up with trends.

"I know you're participating in the designer competition, but I'm not joining because I really don't like competitions. However, I do love designing clothes," he said.

He seemed to understand my thoughts, and his gentle expression shocked me.

Not many people knew I had registered for the competition, but those of us in the loop were certainly in it to help ensure our mentor's project won the gold medal. Still, I had my own motives. I wanted to enhance my knowledge and skills while meeting new friends. If I decided to pursue this path, I would eventually need to focus on the business side.

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