This is a story with subtle tenderness.
Painter Lin Wanxing is accustomed to using his brush to capture the warm light in life - the orange lights in convenience stores, street lamps in old alleys, and fireworks beside the stove; lawyer Shen Yan always carries a pen with an old scar like a rabbit's ear mark on his sleeve, and is used to hiding his thoughts in details.
Their encounter started with a painting in the art gallery, then moved to a convenience store in an alley, fireworks at an old noodle shop, and then to a studio under a pomegranate tree. The shadow of his pen was quietly hidden in her paintings. He remembered the "ash in the warm light" she mentioned, and would bring cranberry scones and a desk lamp adjusted for warm light.
There is no dramatic plot, only the light touch of paint and pen, the little secrets hidden in the drawings, and the warmth of the fingertips touching when the blue pomegranate falls to the ground. The story is like the sunlight flowing over the window edge, slowly filling two originally parallel worlds, making every daily moment full of warmth that "is more vivid because of you".
