Gu Zhui always thought that he was a very pale person, a completely pale person whose appearance eroded and penetrated into his soul. He does his part every day and walks steadily on the so-called bright road of life. If it hadn't been for the blackboard eraser that suddenly knocked over his glasses that day and hit him in the face with colored chalk dust, he might have been in his own pale world endlessly. That day he couldn't even open his eyes, and tears kept flowing from his irritated eyes. The culprit came over and half-dragged and half-supported him to the infirmary. In his blurred vision, Gu Zhui finally saw Cheng Qi's outline. A person with magnificent colors, a color that he could not recognize, was suddenly painted on his pale world.