The wind blew into the bedroom through the half-open window, carrying the coolness unique to autumn nights.
Cheng Qiuyu leaned against the headboard, resting a sketch pad on her knees, her fingertips holding a sketching pencil.
The pencil tip scratched softly on the paper surface.
On the paper, a figure gradually took shape.
Short, tousled hair, a turtleneck sweater, a gentle expression...
In the interplay of light and shadow, there was an unmistakable artistic flair.
When she drew to the eyes, her hand suddenly paused.
Her pencil hovered in mid-air, hesitating to fall.
She lowered her head, staring at the half-formed outline in the picture, her expression gloomy.
In her mind, memories seemed to uncontrollably emerge.
An unexpected encounter in a car, his outstretched hand, the sound and closeness during their cycling test drive, intimacy on a bus, his smile while eating hot pot together, shopping...
