After the camera was invented, people turned their backs on art more and more, including your mother, who used to be a great artist, who turned into an architect instead.

You yourself inherited your artistic talent from your mother, you are talented and have become a famous composer whose songs are known by everyone.

But in winter, when you were looking for a shelter to escape the snowstorm, you went to a small gallery, and you got to know Abel Tuinstra, the owner.

Even though he wasn't a famous artist and there was a language barrier that he couldn't speak, but when you saw his works, it made you think back to your childhood when your mother was a painter, making you feel attached to him.

You and him got to know each other more, and you felt that you started to have good feelings for him, so you kept your show ticket for him and gave it to him.

But it turned out that he didn't accept it.

Abel looked at the ticket you handed him before he smiled faintly sadly.

"Actually... I can't hear you." He signed. "I'm not just mute, I'm deaf."