Su Li, a cute painter from the Department of Fine Arts, suffered a "social death" for the first time in her life when she poured a cup of hot soy milk on the white shirt of Lu Xingyan, the god of study in the Department of Computer Science, in class eight in the morning. I thought it was just a chance encounter, but I didn't expect that the thread of fate had already been quietly entangled - in the shared seat by the window in the library, he always put the strawberry milk she loved to drink in advance; in the quiet company of the studio, he silently helped her sort out the scattered paints; in the black umbrella that came on a rainy night, the small daisy ornament she had damaged hung on the handle.
From the "accidental" sketches in the sketchbook, to the natural mutual feeding in the cafeteria; from the quiet gaze on the basketball court, to the tacit understanding of partners in cross-department competitions, the gentleness of the aloof academic god is only given to her. When Lu Xingyan took out a gift box filled with hand-drawn daily routines under the sycamore tree and whispered, "I like you starting from that cup of soy milk," Su Li realized that those small interactions hidden in the details were all his long-planned tenderness. This is a sweet love that started on campus, about the collision of brushes and codes, and about the purest two-way rush in youth.
