This is a story about finding oneself, hope and boyfriend through paintings.
Wu Hua's name has two meanings.
First, painting, as his only hobby, is not too fitting for his name.
The second is that he has no words. The psychology teacher who has tutored him for three years has calculated for him that in the year when he spoke the most, he only said fifteen sentences.
So he has no friends, no lover, and no animals even talk to him. The only one who accompanies him is the little chick he picked up by chance.
Parents?
It has nothing to do with him.
He is sick. The psychology teacher said that he has an... External stimulus... Language disorder? This means that when someone talks to him, he can't speak. Especially for people with big psychological fluctuations, he can simply faint.
It doesn't matter anyway, he has paintings to accompany him, and Aixing.
Wu Hua, who relies on painting to make a living, is gloomy. The only light left for him is this shabby but tidy studio.
Suddenly one day, he was pulled into the painting, and the little bird Aki disappeared.
The world in the painting is not scary, thrilling, or life-threatening, but it does require him to speak!
Wu Hua: "..."
Might as well kill him!
Purpose: No one can give up on you except yourself