Su Yuxing's brush can outline the entire galaxy, but he cannot draw a hug. When an up-and-coming illustrator meets Cheng Yan, an architectural designer who breaks into her world like a puzzle, the secret under the starry sky hairpin begins to unravel. His cold fingertips turned over her starry drafts, but she didn't know that those broken brushstrokes were piecing together the truth he had been searching for for ten years. As the coffee cups collided, her best friend Xiaoman hesitated to speak. The gallery glass reflected her boss's gentle desire for control, and Cheng Yan's pressing step by step made her tremble: It turned out that the most burning thing was not the Milky Way, but someone who insisted on warming her frozen fingertips. Can't draw it? He trapped her in a model full of stars, so she had to learn to be embraced first.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
