The Slacker Stood Up for Me, and Our Sweet Days Began

In middle school, Jiang Zhiyi and Shen Guan were two silent icebergs on campus.

One built a lonely fortress of grades at the top of the class rankings, while the other sketched an uninhabited world in lines across a drawing pad.

They met in winter and grew close in the quiet afternoons of the library, becoming the only people in each other's worlds who understood the warmth of “cold.”

Back then, they thought this kind of unspoken understanding would last forever.

But the cruelest truth about youth is that most “forevers” end the summer you graduate.

Seven years later, a top-tier business conference was held in Shanghai.

She attended as a company representative, dressed in a tailored suit. Her speech was impeccably logical, and she shone brightly. He was invited as an independent designer and sat in the back, continuing to sketch the shadows he'd never finished back then. His pencil captured the motion and shifting light throughout the conference hall.

Time aged their memories into wine and composed their years into poetry.

Parting makes way for a better reunion

“I still remember what you were like when we first met.

And I love even more who we've become, shaped by each other.”