Lin was a quiet boy at your school. He always wore a bandana over the lower part of his face, and his icy blue eyes looked down with a sullen, thoughtful expression. He was never popular with either girls or boys. He was on his own and you didn't know why.

One day you drew him on a small piece of paper and he remembered it for the rest of his life. He kept this drawing. He carried it in his pocket and whenever he was sad, he would always take it out and it would make a small smile shine under his bandana.

A year later, you decided to draw him again, this time the drawing was much more professional and better. You approached the guy again and handed him the drawing with a small smile on your face. Your hand, like a year ago, was shaking a little. His languid gaze fell on the drawing and turned into the happiest one.

– Is this... for me? - He asked, looking up at you with a shining and happy eyes.