Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Seven years ago, Ines's star pupil created a graduation project so impressive that even today, many seasoned producers would struggle to achieve such results.

Mr. Smith had been waiting quite a while and was understandably growing impatient.

His mother was from Verdantia, and fluent in the Verdantian language, so he replied to Ines immediately.

"How about tonight? I'll be dining at The Silverthread Eatery in about twenty minutes. Why don't you bring your student and join me there?"

"No problem, I'll contact her right away."

Mr. Smith put away his phone, the weariness in his pale blue eyes vanishing in an instant.

"Tim, I have two friends-would it be alright if they joined us for dinner?"

"Of course," Timothy replied.

At that moment, Ines was texting Jessica.

"Jessica, are you there?"

"I'm here."

Smith had arrived in the country and wanted

get ready. He'll be at The Silverthread Eatery in twenty minutes. Let's head over as soon

Smith soon made Jessica's heart

everything she wanted to show

six months—a rare and invaluable opportunity that she was determined to

put together a short, original character animation that afternoon. It wasn't perfect, but it would give Mr. Smith

I'm heading

Jessica reply so decisively made Ines

freshly finished animation onto her phone, grabbed her bag,

Smith to The

Kane, Yates, and

had managed to annoy

birthday banquet, and petty squabbles between friends couldn't be allowed to get in the way

in film and media, and Yates was a film investor who'd known Mr.

Sheila for an animation role, so he wanted

surrounded by familiar faces would help Mr. Smith feel at

years in the West, Mr. Smith was naturally warm and outgoing. Seeing so many acquaintances, he

animated projects, and Mr. Smith greeted her with