Chapter 64 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 64 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

How should I describe her?

If the Snow Queen who took Kai away in Andersen's "The Snow Queen" really existed, wouldn't she look just like this?

She doesn't feel like a human, more like a human-sized doll standing there.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

A woman with long eyes but large, blue pupils.

The line from her forehead to her nose falls straight,

And her lips, though they form a smile even when still, give her a cold impression due to her expressionless face.

Her black straight hair makes her look calm. When she stands up, she is much taller than Monica and Minyoung.

Easily over 176cm tall.

But there's one thing about her that doesn't seem to fit her doll-like appearance.

Her arms, revealed by her sky blue short-sleeved blouse.

Usually, women with such looks have delicate arms, but hers are muscular, almost like a lean man's. Especially the forearm muscles are so developed that they hardly seem like a woman's.

Monica nudges me and says,

"Jung-hoon, snap out of it."

"Ah."

This is crazy.

I've been staring at someone I've never met before without even greeting her.

But I heard them speaking in German earlier. I don't know any German, what should I do?

I greeted her in English first.

"Hello, I am Ban Jung-hoon."

Irina bends her knees slightly in greeting.

"I am Irina Sevanova."

Oh, by her accent and pronunciation, she must be a native English speaker. Well, she is a world-renowned pianist, so she must speak English. No problem with the conversation then.

Minyoung invites her to sit down.

"Let's sit and talk."

Monica, Irina, and I sit down, and Minyoung, who was sitting in the main seat, says,

"Artist Ban."

"Yes."

"Those pigs would fall for such a story, Jeong-hoon. You're truly amazing."

"Ha ha, thank you."

Irina, silently, with a look of melancholy in her eyes, just quietly observed the ceiling painting.

In the world of art, including popular culture, tastes differ, so not everyone will like a painting, and one should not take lukewarm reactions personally.

I stepped back to give them enough time to fully appreciate the large painting and whispered to Yeong-ju standing beside me.

"People will think youre staring holes into her, you know. Stop looking already."

"She's so pretty. Is she a person or a doll?"

"She is a person, indeed. She does look exactly like a doll, though. If it weren't for those bulky arms, every man would be all over her."

Yeong-ju looked at me with disdain and scowled.

"Idiot, do you know how much muscle power pianists use? World-renowned pianists all have strong arms like that. Ever heard of Valentina Lisitsa? Her arm muscles are no joke either."

"Who's that, another pianist?"

"Uncultured twit."

"What, do you know all the BTS members' names?"

""

"Uncultured girl."

"You little"

"Anyway, I'll try to ask for a photo, so just wait quietly."

"Really?"

"Only if you stop staring at her like that."

"From now on, I absolutely won't look in Irina's direction."

"Okay, fangirl."

Yeong-ju tried desperately not to look in Irina's direction. Such a cute kid.

I chuckled to myself and went back to stand beside Monica and Irina.

"Have you seen enough?"

Monica quickly turned to me and smiled, but Irina was still looking at the painting.

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