Yi Fan first met Zhuo Nan beneath a cherry tree. Zhuo Nan's sleeping face caught his eye. Dappled shadows fell across him, and his beautiful features were breathtaking.
Yi Fan stood frozen for a long while before finally walking away.
Yi Fan encountered the sleeping boy again.
He sat on the grass, leaning against the trunk of a weeping willow, eyes half closed as he greedily breathed in the fresh, damp air beneath the tree. A contented smile curved his lips. Sunlight filtered through the long, narrow leaves, tracing the outline of the boy's profile: gentle features, fine ink-dark brows, a straight nose, and a sharply tapered chin.
Yi Fan stared, entranced. Then he took out paper and a pen and began to sketch this dazzling scene…
Premise:
Can you not torture me so much? Seeing this, my heart is tangled up in pieces.