On the day they moved to Qingwu Lane, Lin Yue's suitcase got stuck in a crack in the stone slabs.
A boy helped her lift her up. His white T-shirt was stained with paint, and his smile was like the light accidentally spilled in spring.
Later, she lived next door to him—his studio window faced her kitchen.
Later, the heating pipes started to sound, sophora flowers fell on the windowsill, and her figure remained quietly in his sketchbook.
She thought this was a new beginning,
Little did he know that he had been painting her here for three hundred and sixty-four days.
Purpose: Tell the story of two strangers in the city who get close to each other and heal each other in their daily interactions.