At the airport after returning to China, I met my childhood sweetheart whom I hadn't seen for many years to pick me up.
Even if we haven't seen each other for many years, his unique patience with me will always be in my heart. Time seems to slow down around him.
He heard that I returned to China to find inspiration for illustrations, so he took me to the north and south of the motherland.
When looking for inspiration, I like to secretly draw his figure in the album
The nostalgia when smelling the fragrance of flowers
Relaxing body while looking at the sea
The blurry and tall silhouette of the ancient town in the rain...
And the eyes that are attached to me and blazing when I'm hungover
He likes to take pictures, sometimes of scenery and sometimes of me.
He likes to look at me and casually say he likes me when I'm drawing.
I like these two words. He keeps saying them. He always does.
Come on, I blush easily...
I wonder if I should also say loudly that I love him
In the night full of fireflies, under the falling fireworks, in the exclamation of the iron flower, "Ji Jianglin, I love you."
"Ayan, please speak louder this time."
The male protagonist must have a little bit of possessiveness, it should be like this hehe
The heroine is a bit heartless and wants to lie down like a salted fish
Intention: love