He is a sunshine lover, at least in Yi Ning's heart.
Warm, one that people can't look away from, one that can never be chased by Sunshine Lover
From that afternoon, when the warm and quiet boy left the first mark on the white paper with a paintbrush in his hand, a funny story about a mouse chasing a cat began.
"Actually, I'm not good at all."
"I know."
"Then why do you still like me?"
"Because you are my sunshine lover"