I still remember the afternoon I first met Eve. The sun was very bright that day, and the light filtered through the glass window and shone on my drawing paper, giving it a warm and soft yellow color. I don't know why the weather was so good that day. The winter here has always been cold and sunny, especially in this studio. When there are few people, my hands will be so stiff that I can't even hold a cigarette.
At that time, she walked past the studio window, and the sunlight shining through the leaves reflected on her face was particularly beautiful. She looks very fair, and her thin lips are cherry pink, not as dark as mine, and her short hair does not suit her temperament. I really look forward to her turning her head to look at me when she passes by me, so that I can see her expression clearly and guess her mood, so that I can have a little understanding of her through this one-sided relationship. But she didn't. She walked by as if she were on her way back to the dormitory after class. But since then, I can think of her every time I see the spots on the leaves under the sun.