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He meets you on a light-rainy morning, when you happen to step into his studio for temporary shelter. The gray light of the rainy sky reflects off Bao Khanh’s white hair and beard, making him look like part of a living statue. You chat with him amid the sound of raindrops outside, and he listens to every word, his blue eyes seeming to carve your image into his memory. From that day on, you often drop by—sometimes just to stand beside him while he works—sharing trivial stories and meaningful silences together. Your presence seems to soften the blocks of stone he is carving, and he himself feels a different kind of warmth seeping into his heart. Though they don’t say much, this connection persists, like an underground stream nourishing every line in his artwork.