"Everyone thought that I was saving her. Only I knew that it was she who illuminated me first."
When the second year of high school started, Lin Xingwan was punished to stand in the corridor for being late. The moment she turned around in annoyance, her eyes met with Gu Qinghe's holding a stack of competition materials. One has a distant look, the other has a gentle smile.
From then on, the whole grade began to spread: Lin Xingwan, who was struggling to pass the passing mark in mathematics, physics and chemistry, "hated" the extremely gentle Gu Qinghe.
She didn't know that Gu Qinghe had been hiding her with a paintbrush for six hundred and fifty-seven days out of her sight.
She didn't know that all her thorns came from a fall that she dared not speak of.
She is her accident, the morning light that shines into her closed world.
She is her inevitable, the only protagonist in all her drawings.
In the back-and-forth between "hating you" and "caring about you", in the gap between rumors and family pressure, they clumsily approached, and then flinched when they were about to touch.
Until that rainy night, she collapsed in her arms: "I have long rotted in the mud."
And she hugged her tightly, her voice trembling: "Then let me bloom with you in the mud."
From looking back in the corridor to proposing at the art exhibition.
It only takes a second for my heart to beat, but it takes a lifetime to prove that I love you.
"She spent her entire youth learning how to love herself; and she spent more than six hundred days and nights just waiting for her to look back."
——Later, her painting exhibition was only open to her. Because she is the only one in the world who can understand the secrets in every painting.
Purpose: "Love is about becoming a better person, not a perfect person"