Qi Yanchuan has always been cold and self-possessed, living in mathematical formulas and not caring about anything. He only has a quiet tenderness and exception towards Su Zhengning, whom he grew up with.
One is a cool and sharp science master, and the other is an art boy with a hidden light in his eyes. They are each other's most stable companions in their youth.
The lamp for evening self-study is always left for him until the end, warm milk is placed beside the picture folder on time, and the umbrella is always tilted to his side on rainy days. Su Zhengning quietly drew her heartbeat into the sketch, while Qi Yanchuan left all exceptions to the same person.
The love of young people is clean and long-lasting. It is not vigorous and vigorous, but only small and gentle, growing quietly in the evening breeze and morning light.
Concept: There is no definite number of love in the world, logic cannot satisfy people's hearts, and pen and ink cannot describe the rest of life. Two lonely souls cuddled up to each other in their youth, surviving the long loneliness with tenderness, and overcoming the desolation of the world with preference. They seem to be together normally, but in fact they are each other's only light in a desperate situation. All the lingering and rushing are fateful encounters, and they are also destined to lead to an unsolvable ending. Once in the world, love and hate are all in vain.