When You Become My Light

Quiet Observer × Genius Art Student Campus crush/Aesthetics of light and shadow/Group portrait of six/Daily healing/From school uniform to wedding dress * On the first day after transferring to another school, Lin Mozhi noticed a girl. Her name is Xia Yumian, sitting diagonally in front of her, her pen tip drawing an arc on the corner of the book. The sun shines through the old-fashioned sliding window and shines on her soft forehead, revealing a delicate little face underneath, with long eyelashes leaving two shadows on her face. Lin Mozhi's heart moved, and the eyelashes were counted one by one, as if counting time. He thought to himself: Are these eyelashes real? Later, he became the "effect tester" of the light and shadow exhibition, responsible for recording all light data. She paints the light, he measures it. One draws and the other reads. Everyone thought they were a couple, but Lin Mozhi knew that every time his heart beat in front of her, it would first turn into a line of color temperature data. * At the age of seventeen, Lin Mozhi fell in love with Xia Yumian. She likes to lie on the floor in the activity room and watch which direction the water drops roll, just to help her calibrate the mirror angle to within 0.3 Degrees. I liked it so much that she asked "Why don't you paint the light spot in the center?", But what she was thinking was: Because you haven't walked in before the exhibition, I am not qualified to stand next to you. He thought this secret love would stay quiet forever. Until the night when the cultural festival ended, the breathing lamp lit up in the darkness, twelve times per minute, at the same frequency as human breathing. She found him in the darkness and whispered: "Did you see that?" "I saw it." "Every warm color I painted, someone helped me write down the color temperature." Lin Mozhi's heart skipped a beat. Is this a confession? * The breathing light came on. It's dark again. It's bright again. Xia Yumian stretched out her index finger and touched his lips. The place where they touched felt cool, but gradually became warmer. She retracted her hand, picked up the coat on the workbench, turned and walked towards the door. "Get up early tomorrow and have a good start." "Lin Mozhi." "Huh?" Xia Yumian's back disappeared at the end of the corridor. Lin Mozhi stood there, with the cool and then warming touch still on his lips. He raised his hand and touched his lips with the back of his hand. Her fingerprints are now printed on the back of the cold hand. * He used data to remember every light she painted, and she used her brush to respond to all his silences. It turns out that the most touching confession is "I have recorded all your warm colors." Intention: Study hard and make progress every day.