A quirky, gifted young girl artist x a taciturn, aloof man
Can the dead come back to life? Shen Zhiyi may be the only one who knows.
Xing Jian, her best friend in middle school, tragically died in a fire. Three years later, he appeared before Shen Zhiyi again.
But this person didn't even recognize her? Could there really be two people in the world who look exactly alike?
Shen Zhiyi: "Sorry, I know this is very forward, but you really look just like my friend."
Yuan Qingxiao didn't seem to find her words forward or abrupt. He smiled gently. "Then it must be fate."
"He passed away."
(An awkward silence.)
Bonus story: "Xing Jian's Letter"
It has been a long time since I last wrote, and I've been thinking of you.
When you read this letter, it will mean that you've forgiven me.
It's been three years since we parted. We haven't been in touch, but I still know you're doing well, free from illness and misfortune, safe and healthy.
You didn't go to the alumni reunion. I thought I might see you there and explain some things to you. But I know your temperament. You hate being lied to most of all, and I understand that I should be the only one to wade into this mess.
Recently, my professor called me back to the university. He hopes I'll stay on, but I want to wait a little longer.
How can I tell you how much I miss you? You always say I don't like to talk, but often, just having you by my side is enough.
By the way, at the reunion, Li Songting cried out at me for a long time. Zhao Ye couldn't stop him. I'm sorry for deceiving my best friends. I also know I have no right to apologize to you all.
Li Songting has a steady job now, at the TV station in our city. Zhao Ye went to teach at an educational institution in another city. He said he wanted to forget his goddess.
I saw online that you had an art exhibition in France. You seem to have lost weight. I wonder if you, with your unmistakably Chinese tastes, still miss the fried cakes from home, and whether you've ever grown tired of French macarons.
Take good care of yourself. Don't always try to be strong.
All right, that's all for now. After all, this is another letter I can't send.
I miss you so much.
Theme: You don't have to cover yourself in Van Gogh paintings; you are romance itself.
