At the art exhibition, a man in a black trench coat suddenly held down her drawing paper. The light brown pupils behind gold-rimmed glasses were like amber soaked in warm water. His fingertips touched the dark clouds of "The Gray Rabbit", where there was a touch of dandelion yellow hidden - it was the loneliness that she had never told anyone.
"Dr. Shen, do we know each other?" Su Wan took a half step back and fell into the gentle trap he deliberately created.
The man chuckled, the pear dimple looming on the left side of his face, and the maple leaf-shaped scar on his left ring finger rubbed against her tiger's mouth: "Has the blue hair rope on the 17-year-old rooftop found its owner?"
[Gentle and yandere psychological counselor × sober independent rabbit painter]
He is a well-known Dr. Shen in the industry, but he has collected five years of her drawings, 23 strands of hair, and even the finished cup of milk tea. He has nearly a thousand candid photos of her in his computer, with the note "My Moon."
She is Su Wan, a cutting-edge illustrator, and the rabbits she draws always have injuries. Until one day he discovered that the left ear of the rabbit doll in his consulting room was missing, the moonstone necklace was the same style as her lost hair rope, and there was a long-eared rabbit drawn on the anonymous wreath at her grandmother's funeral.
"I was locked in the attic when I was a child. It was rabbits who taught me to wait." Shen Yu suddenly knelt down on one knee and took out the double rabbit necklace. The moonstone glowed blue in his palm, "Now, it's my turn to wait for the moon."
Small Theater
Su Wan (turning to his diary): "She looked at other boys too much today and needs to draw 10 rabbits to calm down."
Shen Yu (pressing the diary, the tips of his ears turned red): "It's just a case study..."
Intention: Moonlight Redemption
