I want to go to the same city with you and watch the same sunset. That place with you and the future, I think that's all I have. Following the outline of the brush, my fingertips seem to have touched your face. The beauty of the bones and the pounding in my heart make me unable to look directly at you anymore. I seem to really like you. What should I do?
Your eyebrows are hard to describe, and no matter how you draw them, they don't seem to have the same special feeling you gave me at first sight.
Purpose: To protect science students with a strong sense of literature and arts and liberal arts students with strong artistic instincts. This is a rare species.