In a fixed betting game,
I am forever the loser,
And you are the unexpected prize.
Three years later, Shen Mo, who once captivated the whole school with a single photograph, becomes Song Jiayin's client.
The publisher informs Song Jiayin that she will be Shen Mo's personal editor until his photography collection is published.
As if deliberately giving her a hard time, Shen Mo keeps failing to submit his work.
Unable to take it anymore, Song Jiayin goes to his home to demand the manuscript. The man in the wheelchair looks up at her with a gentle smile. "I'm not very mobile. Make yourself at home."
Their old friendship makes Song Jiayin soften. At Shen Mo's suggestion, she moves into his home for just two reasons:
1. To get him to submit his work
2. To make it easier to help Shen Mo with his photography
Then she accidentally discovers a booklet filled with pictures of herself: running, watching a game, drinking milk tea...
Every portrait seems to shout the same thing: Shen Mo has admired Song Jiayin for so many years.
The booklet is like a secret, shameful longing hidden from the light. When it is brought out, Shen Mo's eyes instantly darken. He knows his lowly, pathetic feelings have nowhere left to hide.
Shen Mo: "Are you going to leave..."
Song Jiayin, bold and vivacious: "Shen Mo, would you like to date me?"
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At the International Photography Exhibition, Shen Mo wins the Gold Statue Award for his work titled "The Bet."
The image is as dark and despairing as an abyss. The host asks, "Did you win or lose the bet?"
Shen Mo adjusts his glasses and looks at someone in the audience, his gaze tender to the extreme.
His thin lips part. "I lost at the time, but later the house let me win. It was a gift from heaven."
The camera turns to Song Jiayin, who makes a heart sign at the camera with a mischievous smile.
The news spreads across the city of Shanghai: the aloof second young master of the Shen family has found someone to love.
Beyond the window, buildings stand in mottled rows, starting over again and again. My love races wild in a photograph.
From afar, a stretch of gray-green reeds
Up close, they feel as soft as cotton
Every word describes your long hair
Forgive me for being unable to resist
Perhaps one accidental glance at you
Would make me stop in the middle of a hundred-meter sprint
"Describing You"
It's probably a story about a man pursuing a woman and secretly loving her~
[Blurb screenshot saved on 2021.8.4]
Theme: The wait is always worth it
