No one knows that I once liked a pair of eyes.
I desperately wanted to draw it, but no matter what, I couldn't capture the charm that flows between clarity and depth.
So, that bookstore became my temple. I always sneak in in the afternoon, find the most remote corner, take a copy of "Cihai" that is thick enough to cover my face, and observe those eyes uneasily.
Afterwards, I never saw those eyes again. Until the day when the bookstore was redeemed, the police showed up, and we met unexpectedly without any warning...
Concept: Dark criminal psychology