On the first day when I transferred to another school, I got lost and broke into the art classroom.
Jiang Yu was smearing the entire starry sky with a pencil, his fingertips covered with debris from the Milky Way.
He looked up when the easel collapsed, and I was so panicked that I crushed his charcoal.
Three months later, a heavy rain suddenly hit, and he stood in front of me, soaked to the skin.
Concept: Clumsy approach is the password to break loneliness