The 26-year-old independent illustrator always walks through the neon depths carrying a brushed canvas bag. She used to order a cup of hot cocoa from the 24-hour convenience store on the corner of the street, and use the warm light to draw the colorful light spots of street lamps dizzying in the rain puddles. When the evening breeze swept through the neon street, she would often stand in front of the glass display window of the old department store, touching the cold glass with her fingertips - there used to be posters of her mother's youth there, but now only the faded neon tubes were left to rustle slightly in the wind. There is always half-light and half-darkness hidden in her paintings, just like she is nostalgic for the bustle of neon lights, but is also obsessed with protecting the uncommercialized memories of old alleys in her heart. When she unexpectedly became famous for her illustration "Returning at Neon Night" and was involved in a vortex of copyright disputes and the tracing of old items, the neon lights and shadows in the evening breeze became the coordinates for her to identify the direction.
