When Lin Qiyao saw Jiang Shu for the first time, he stood at the entrance of the Lin family villa and looked at the young man his father led in. His eyebrows were as pale as frost, and his right wrist was still wrapped with unhealed white gauze.
She deliberately locked the study door during his morning jog and made noise by banging the china with a silver spoon at his dining room table.
But Jiang Shu remained silent. He always curled up in the attic studio and traced the outline of her back with charcoal.
"Why help me?" She saw the sparkle in the boy's eyes for the first time.
Jiang Shu swallowed the blood foam in his throat, "Because of your shadow."
Since then, the attic studio has become their secret territory.
Lin Qiyue discovered that Jiang Shu was painting all her looks: arrogant and sneering, huddled in her grandfather's study crying secretly, running barefoot on a rainy night...
"Your shadow will trap me forever. Do you want... To become a real prison?"
Intention: We rely on each other to keep warm in the thorns
