In the early summer of her second year of high school, Xia He first saw Lu Hanyu at the end of a corridor. From then on, everything else in the world faded into the background, and she painted for him alone.
They had once been each other's light, and once promised each other a future on a path strewn with osmanthus blossoms. But a sudden, serious illness dragged their love into the abyss.
He gave up his dance shoes and sealed away his dreams for her; she exhausted herself for him, painting until the end of her life.
Only when the monitor became a cold, flat line, and the rain drowned out the dance steps at his grave, did she realize
She had never left. She had simply hidden herself in every painting;
His life stretched on, long and lonely, with nothing left but endless longing and memories.
This is the story of a girl who spent her whole life in unrequited love and confession, and a boy's desperate elegy as he dances alone for the rest of his life.
“The wind passes through the world, but the scent of He is gone; time moves on, leaving only memories.”
