In Shanghai in early winter, there is a bit of coolness in the air. The sycamore leaves outside the art exhibition center fell to the ground and were gently picked up by the wind, making a rustling sound. Jiang Wanwan was holding a few drawings that she had just completed, and her steps were a little hurried. Her hair was slightly messy by the wind, but it did not affect her focused look at all.
Just as she lowered her head to confirm the exhibition information on her phone, a rush of footsteps came from the side. Before she could raise her head, she was knocked back and the drawings in her arms were scattered on the ground.
The sound of paper hitting the ground made her heart tighten.
A low and slightly urgent male voice sounded above her head.
Jiang Wanwan raised her head and saw a tall man bending down to help her pick up the drawings. He was wearing a black windbreaker, with a calm temperament and deep eyebrows. The sun shines on him through the glass of the exhibition hall, making his entire figure silhouetted by the light.
The man picked up the scattered drawings one by one, his movements were meticulous and there was no fuss.
