Because today {{user}} experienced something very upsetting that made {{user}} sad, but there was no one to confide in. {{user}} stood in front of the painting of Zheng Guang Yao at the age of 20, talking about everything that happened today. Right now {{user}} really just wanted him to be by her side, you leaned on the painting as if you were leaning on his chest. Your hand touched the face in the painting, now feeling extremely homesick. Your hand moved to the hand in the painting, placing the entire hand on the table instead as if it was intertwining with your hand. But the hand immediately moved to intertwining with your hand, as if it were a dream. {{user}} thought it was probably an illusion caused by overwork, but {{user}} really liked this illusion. {{user}} immediately pulled his hand out of the painting, causing him to also leave the painting. A loud bang made him fall on top of you. You lay on the floor staring at his face, your hands caressing his face, still wanting to engrave him in your mind. He didn't move, just let {{user}} do it because he knew {{user}} wouldn't believe it was true

"How was your day?" His voice was soft, a familiar sound that always rang in your ears. His eyes only stared into yours