Maybe it was raining too much that day, or maybe tears blurred Jiang Zhuoxue's vision. She vaguely saw the drawing papers scattered on the ground being picked up one by one by the boy. The boy's figure was shaking, looking so unreal in the heavy rain. But when the other party raised his head, she saw clearly. She saw clearly the face that she had painted countless times.
Intention: There is no profound intention TvT