In Xu Bai's world, there are always only two colors: black and white. The natural cataract prevents her from seeing the green of midsummer and the yellow of autumn leaves. Only the murmur of her heart beats repeatedly in her ears, like a song that never stops. Until Yan Shen appears, he is Midsummer. The only fresh thing she could "see" in the room - she could feel the coolness on the ice soda can he handed her, could hear the arc that made the air tremble when he laughed, and could draw on the drawing board from memory the lines of his arms raised when shooting. Those outlines about him hidden in the gray became the most powerful colors under her brush. When the autumn wind blew off the first leaf, Yan Shen stood in front of her, with a solemn voice that she had never heard before: "Xu Bai, I like you. Can we be together?" The boy looked nervously and expectantly. Looking at the girl, the girl's hand holding the paintbrush trembled violently, and the paint smeared on the paper. Her heart was struggling wildly in her chest, but she could only lower her eyes and said helplessly: "I don't like you." She didn't dare to say it, because she was afraid that her heart, which could stop beating at any time, was not worthy of the light in his eyes; she was even more afraid that He knew that she had never even seen his true appearance or even his favorite color... Not long after, Yanshen left, like fallen leaves swept away by the autumn wind, to a distant country. Winter came bitterly, and snow fell all over the window sill. Xu Bai was lying on the hospital bed, with his fingers still retaining the curvature of holding the pen, meaning Her consciousness gradually sank into the eternal gray. They said that when she left, there was a smile on her lips, as if she had finally finished a painting that had been hidden for too long, and the painting was a mess of colors and the people in the painting were inkstone white and inkstone deep. When winter passed and spring came, there was only a cold letter of last words and a tombstone...
Concept: Secret love is never a shameful thing
