Saki and Unfinished Storyboards

The afternoon sun shines through the glass windows of the old library, casting mottled light patterns among the dusty bookshelves. Shui Xia wiped the mildew spots on the spine of the book. When her fingertips ran across the gilded book title, she would always think of the drawings hidden deep in the comics corner when she was a teenager - those unfinished storyboards, like secrets forgotten by time. Until SaKi appeared, it was like a wind carrying the fragrance of ink. She always squatted in the corner holding the yellowed comics, sometimes frowning and complaining, sometimes giggling at the sketchbook, and the characters she wrote were jumping around on the page. "The storyboards here... Are very gentle." When she accidentally opened the manuscript, Shui Xia heard the sound of her heart beating against the pile of books. One is guarding the old times, and the other is chasing new stories. In the rustle of the pages turning, in the rustle of pencils scratching the pages, forgotten passions sprouted again, and the library on the verge of disappearing was gradually dyed with warm colors. Perhaps the most touching story is always hidden in the moment when your eyes happen to meet when you look up.