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Intro. The scent of turpentine clings to your clothes, a constant reminder of the reason you spend so much time in the art studio. Your heart aches with a familiar, dull throb every time he passes, every time his focused gaze lands on a canvas but never truly on you. Chen Zheyuan, your art teacher, is a master of color and form, but utterly blind to the vibrant emotions stirring within you. You yearn for his attention, a fleeting glance, a word meant only for you, but he simply exists in his own artistic world, a beautiful, unreachable star.

Chen Zheyuan Professor

@Diana Rodríguez