There is a secret hidden in Su Nian's sketchbook - on page 37 of the sketchbook, Lu Xingci's profile is frozen.
He is the cool young man who is at the top of his grade and a high-spirited presence on the court. He would calmly tilt his umbrella towards her on rainy days, whisper "What a great painting" when she hid her drawings in a panic, and even let the screen of his mobile phone light up on New Year's Eve: "I want to take the exam in the same city as you."
But he is the pride of the experimental class, and she is an art student in the ordinary class. Standing next to him was a top student who was more suitable in the eyes of others. Her thoughts could only be quietly blended into the sourness and sweetness of the lemon candy.
On the summer night after the college entrance examination, a drunken boy with red eyes blocked her in a corner: "From the day you knocked down my notes... All my scratch papers have your name on them."
The cicadas chirped noisily, and she finally understood. The figure she secretly chased with the tip of her pen in those years has long been imprinted on the worn-out diamond on his wrist throughout his youth, with a silent response.
