Modern romance + healing each other
Lin Zhiyi's hands can recreate anything, from a landscape she's touched to a moment she's glimpsed, down to the tiniest detail.
Lu Chenzhou holds an umbrella for her and walks with her down long streets, so tenderly it feels like a carefully planned scheme.
She thought it was love, until she discovered her paintings were nothing more than a bargaining chip he used to bring down his rival. After seven years of silence, she finally says the words in full: “You lied to me.”
One person lives in their own world; the other has used them. They should have turned away from each other, yet they find light in each other's cracks.
At last, she receives an unsigned note at her art exhibition. She smiles after reading it, then writes a line at the bottom: “I know.”
No one in the world knows what he wrote. Only she heard it.
“I don't like the world. I only like you.”
