Gu Jinyu is probably the best boyfriend in the world. He’s gentle and considerate, and remembers everything I’ve ever mentioned in passing. Even our friends say our relationship is so sweet it feels like we’re in a romantic drama.
Until I opened that drawer of his.
Inside, neatly arranged, were the hair clip I’d lost six months ago, a bookmark with just one page left, and a thick sketchbook. I opened it and found page after page of my face: eating, walking, asleep with my head on the desk. He’d been drawing me since our freshman year, and every picture was dated.
He stood in the doorway, his face as white as a sheet. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice trembling.
When my friend found out, she took me aside and whispered, “Manman, isn’t this a little weird?”
I looked at him, on the verge of tears. Maybe it was weird.
I still had no intention of replacing him.
Gu Jinyu is possessive of Manman, but respects her very much. This book seems to be about ordinary happiness, just like reality. There are small problems after getting together, and the identities are not equal. The two people solve it together and grow together. It is very interesting.