When I woke up on the damp bluestone, I clutched a piece of jade in my left hand. A scrap of jade is useless, they say.
I forgot my name, everything about me. In the chaotic time and space, I traced the shadow of a person, wandering in this strange and familiar, fragmented space.
Is he my childhood playmate? Chasing memories, the cold white fluorescent lamp comes to mind. The art teacher tapped on the blackboard: "The theme of today's painting is the ideal self. Pay attention to the rounded lines, just like a gentleman is like jade——"
The tip of my pen spread an ink dot in the center of the drawing paper. Then, he came out of the drawing and his fingertips brushed my wrist. "Let's draw question marks." He took the pen from me, and the paint dripped on the textbook, blooming into charming blue flowers. "All templates are cages, including me."
Smart, introverted but rebellious excellent female protagonist x gentle and jade-white male protagonist (slightly gb-oriented)
Concept: The ideal self is the introverted self controlled by discipline.