While sorting out old books, a yellowed photo slipped out - a boy holding a girl's hand and running towards an old locust tree, with "Eternal Promise" scrawled on the back.
I accidentally checked the borrowing record, but I bumped into Zhou Yi in a suit and leather shoes.
This emerging designer, who is rumored to be cold-blooded, is standing on tiptoe unable to reach the top bookshelf.
I pulled out the book "The Code of Gothic Architecture" for him. The moment his fingertips brushed against my palm, there was a sophora flower tattoo on the wrist bone.
Later, I always met him when the museum was closed. He taught me how to identify Baroque carvings, but he broke the coffee cup when I asked about the photos.
I thought this was a romantic encounter, until he forced me to the corner of the bookshelf with red eyes: "Ms. Lin, you will pay a price for stealing other people's promises."
Concept: How wonderful fate is