Remote and late, I took a long time driving, but didn't arrive.

In the end, I walked home alone for nearly an hour.

The only regret is that I should have driven here myself tonight.

Halfway through, it started to drizzle.

A bit cold.

I pushed open the door, and the house was pitch black and silent.

Hiss, it seems even colder.

I held my slightly aching stomach and stumbled into the room.

As I reached for the light switch in the room, I almost knocked down a painting hanging on the wall.

I turned on the light, and the room lit up, a bit dazzling.

I squinted and looked at the painting on the wall.

It's the one I hung up, framed in a glass frame, wiped clean.

In the painting, it's Xu Qin.

That was on the first day of the lunar new year. He was my desk mate, and while he was asleep, I secretly drew his appearance and posture.

In the painting, the young boy's eyelashes were as long as butterfly wings, touched by the faint morning light streaming in through the window, flickering like a butterfly's dream.

At that time, while he was asleep, I secretly touched his nose.

But I didn't notice that my fingertips were stained with ink, and his nose suddenly had some color on it.

As I anxiously wondered how to wipe it off, Xu Qin woke up.

Later, when he discovered my "masterpiece," he rarely got annoyed and flicked my forehead with his finger, saying, "Troublemaker."

I covered my forehead, feeling wronged, but the corners of my lips curved with arrogance.