As a rabbit who blends in with the crowd, Jiang Mian has a secret:
She could see emotions—sadness was a sticky blue, anger was a blinding red, hypocrisy was a disgusting fluorescent green.
In her eyes, the world is a chaotic abstract painting that never ends.
She covered the invisible long ears on her head and shrank into her shell, because her clumsy tongue always turned comfort into knives.
Until I met Lin Xu.
There was a vacuum around him, not a trace of emotion leaking out.
Only when she got closer did a cool mint green wash over her dry senses.
He was the only mute button in her noisy world.
She is greedy for this tranquility, but she doesn't know:
All the dark paintings he painted began to take on color after meeting her.
And she was chipping away at his frozen defenses bit by bit.
Purpose: Explore communication and acceptance