In a world without the concept of Impressionism, he accurately grasped the essence of my painting.
He sincerely and honestly shared his thoughts, which was very touching since I had never heard raw impressions of my work from anyone other than family.
"The exhibition held this time was very good."
Compliments are like a carrot that makes even whales dance. Despite knowing that he is terrifying and obsessive, my heart was moved.
When I stripped away the bad rumors and the image from the novel, Alexei didn't seem like such a bad person. This was a problem.
I nervously relaxed my guard and looked at Alexei. He had a perfect golden ratio. If a masterful sword, forged thousands or even tens of thousands of times, were to become a person, it would look like this. Sharp, cold, and capable of harm, yet beautiful.
As I stared at Alexei, he approached the portrait. Our eyes met, and his lips touched the painting.
"Then I'll see you again tomorrow."
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