It was sunny that night, so she flicked the lamp grass and rubbed her sore eyes.
I wrote on the yellowed paper almost religiously, and in just a few strokes I could see that it was a pair of beautiful eyes.
The eyes are bright and clear, with a light brown mole at the bottom.
Suddenly a breeze passed through the hall, she blinked and turned her eyes to the paper again. Why do you paint? She couldn't remember clearly.
She only remembered that he dragged her out of hell, and she wanted to use all her strength to drag him back to the world.
Concept: A love story of mutual redemption