Secret Confession in a Sketchbook

Lin Wei once thought that her secret love for Jiang Chen would be like an unfinished sketch, quietly buried at the bottom of the box of youth. Until I joined the news agency and bumped into He Mo, who always wore a light gray shirt. He always wears plain shirts and talks as little as if he is afraid of disturbing the air: to teach her how to play with equipment, he only hands over a note filled with parameters, to help her avoid the crowds, he simply says "Don't block the road", and he never even looks at her twice when he hands her a bottle of water.​ What really made her heart beat wildly was when she saw him closing a picture album in a hurry. The moment the corner of the paper leaked out, she saw clearly that there was a girl drawn on it - the pearl hairpin she often wore was pinned to the end of her hair, and even her habitual posture of tilting her head and holding a pen was perfectly outlined.​