On a summer night when she was seventeen, Shu Yang put an ice-cold Coke on Yi Ning's hot cheek and asked in a low voice: "Fill in your ambition to go to the South?" She avoided the cold touch, not daring to say that she was hiding the secret of being in the same school with him.
Five years later at the class reunion, he handed her his business card while wearing a suit, and his fingertips brushed against her wrist: "As a designer, it's a pleasure to work with you." Yi Ning clenched her cup tightly and listened to him tell others, "It's just a small hair." But when she turned around, she saw the corner of the ugly painting she had drawn in his wallet.
It turns out that for some people, separation is a forbearing misunderstanding, and reunion is a deliberate approach.
