In the summer when he was seventeen years old, Jiang Yuchu dropped his painting box at Gu Che's feet and splashed paint all over his trouser legs.
"Gu Che, we're done here." Her voice shook like drawing paper blown by the wind. Behind her was the red list of the mock exam. His name was firmly on the top of the list, and for the first time, his shadow was missing from her drawing board.
A few years later, at a class reunion, the winter snow in City B covered the glass windows of the hotpot city.
Jiang Yuchu was wearing a burgundy velvet skirt, blushing as she listened to the confession from her sports committee: "I heard you are single..."
Before he finished speaking, the box door was pushed open, and Gu Che stood in the wind and snow, with the collar of his suit stained with snow. His eyes swept across the audience and finally landed on her, with an undoubted possessiveness.
The confession from the sports committee was stuck in his throat. He walked over slowly, naturally put his arm around Jiang Yuchu's shoulders, and faced the stunned people with a calm but hidden edge: "I'm sorry, thank you for liking her. But I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you - I'm not dead yet, and we haven't broken up yet."
