Jiang Yizhou's life was an accurate atomic clock, until Lin Shuxing broke into his astrophysical laws with a paint tray.
In the middle of summer when he was seventeen years old, the genius boy peeked out of the studio window to watch the girl paint the plaster statue into a starry sky, and his white shirt was stained with cobalt blue as she flung it away. He calculated the probability of admission to the school for her, but on the eve of submitting the application form, he heard her smile bitterly to her best friend: "A broken person like me should stay away from the moon."
We met again at a celebration banquet five years later. He was the chief architect of Party A and she was the illustrator of Party B. She encounters a ruthless man, and he comes to her rescue. Just like that midsummer evening on the school rooftop, when she was caught graffiti on the wall by the school director, he also protected her behind him.
"Jiang Yizhou, have you calculated the probability of us meeting again?"
"No need." He held her hand that was stained with paint: "From the studio window to the celebration party, every step I take is moving in your direction."
Precise and rigorous architect*Stubborn and tenacious illustrator
Intent: In cosmic loneliness, we use scars to calibrate each other's orbits and piece together our broken souls into a complete galaxy.