When he opened his eyes, Ji Zhun went back to his sophomore year in high school.
He was once the most dazzling presence on campus: captain of the school basketball team. He not only had top-notch grades but was also popular. He lived a flamboyant and self-centered life, never paying attention to the silent shadows in the corners.
Until the winter when he was twenty-eight years old, he saw a piece of news: a fall and death occurred, and the deceased was a young man with a withdrawn personality. On the list of unclaimed relics was a sketchbook with sixty-seven pages, all of which were drawn by the same person.
It's all him.
The young man named Xie Yuan spent the entire senior year of high school hiding in the corner of the studio, tracing his profile, his back, his movements of wiping sweat, and his sleeping appearance one stroke at a time. Then on the day of graduation, he quietly stuffed one of them into his locker, with a line of small words written on the back: "Happy Graduation, Ji Zhun."
And Ji Zhun didn't even remember his name.
After rebirth, Ji Zhun had only one thought: this time, he would not let that person fall alone again.
He kicked open the door of the studio, walked towards the gloomy boy who always sat in the corner under the astonished eyes of the whole class, and declared in front of everyone
"From today on, you are under my control."
The paintbrush in Xie Yuan's hand fell to the ground with a bang, splashing out the strongest red.
He thought he would never be seen in his life. Little did he know that the person he had drawn sixty-seven times came specifically for him this time.
A protection spanning life and death, a late two-way rush.
Intention: Salvation is not about saving a life, but about letting its inner soul be seen.