What happened to Crystal did not affect my life much. As I no longer participated in art exhibitions, my life was not much different from before. Every day, I would draw something in front of the easel or roam around with Christopher.
With Christopher around, life was so much more interesting. He could always find ways to make me happy. Even if we were just cuddling and watching soap operas together without doing anything much, I would be happy because he was keeping me company.
That day, Christopher went out to buy something. As he did not return after a long time, I called him. However, he did not pick it up. Thinking that he had to attend to an emergency, I hung up. A call came immediately afterward.
When I glanced at it, I noticed that it was an unfamiliar number from overseas. Feeling puzzled, I picked the call up and asked, “Hello, who are you looking for?”
The man spoke quickly in fluent Ustranasion, so I was completely confused. The only thing I understood was that he was looking for me and wanted to talk about my paintings. Although I had graduated from university and had learned Ustranasion, I never had the chance to speak it again. Hence, I forgot everything.
Left with no choice, I explained in broken Ustranasion, “I’m sorry, but my Ustranasion isn’t good. Can you speak slower?”
The man fell silent, so I wondered if I should hang up. After all, as I did not have any powerful friends overseas, this was probably not about something important. Just when I was about to end the call, a different masculine voice sounded. “Hello, Ms. Yvonne. Are you the artist behind Moonlight Heaven?”
“Hello, I’m Yvonne and I’m the artist who drew Moonlight Heaven. What’s the matter?” I frowned. Initially, I planned to submit Moonlight Heaven to the fourth quarter of the art exhibition. After finishing it, I named it with Christopher. However, the painting was supposed to be hung in his bedroom in the Lane residence.
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