The morning light in Nordvik, a big city of Romulia, filtered through the blinds, casting delicate patterns of light and shadow on the wooden easel.
Serena held a paintbrush, gently shading the sky on the canvas.
Since arriving in Nordvik, she spent her days immersed in Claire's oil painting studio and returned to their shared apartment at night.
Everyone here, like her, shared a pure love for oil painting. No one knew her past; there were only brushes, paintings, and a resonance with art.
This atmosphere of like-mindedness was like a warm current, gradually soothing her heartache.
Occasionally, when she had free time, she would think of Raymond.
But those memories were no longer as sharp as before. They merely brushed lightly across her heart, leaving a slight wistfulness, which was
