Seventeen-year-old Shen Qiandu confessed her love to top student Gu Wanran with a heartfelt painting.
In exchange, the other party used the darkest paint to completely obliterate his own figure in the painting in front of him.
"You misunderstood." Gu Wanran's voice was as cold as ice, "I am only good to you because I am the monitor."
A youthful love died before it saw the light of day.
Ten years later, emerging artist Shen Qiandu's solo exhibition "Ci Shu" opened.
Gu Wanran stopped in front of the most eye-catching painting - the painting's title "Qingtang".
That was the work of confession that he had destroyed with his own hands back then, but now, the ferocious black traces had been cleverly reshaped, turning into a tree trunk carrying golden veins, and eternal flowers bloomed in the ruins.
"Can you... Redraw it?" His voice was hoarse.
Shen Qiandu looked at him, his eyes as calm as water and as deep as the night sky:
"No need. Gu Wanran, what it looks like now is our best look."
Intention: youthful relief