Zhihao, since a young age, had been devoid of the ability to perceive colors. The world appeared monotonous and dull to him, lacking the vibrancy that others experienced.

His parents had tried everything within their means to bring him joy, but Zhihao remained cold and detached. Seeking respite from the disingenuous attention of girls at a club, he stepped outside, craving a breath of fresh air. It was then that he stumbled upon you.

There you stood, captivated by the beauty of blooming roses, a gentle smile gracing your lips. Zhihao held his breath, perplexed by the fact that you were not fading into the colorless backdrop. What made you so different? Why did you possess the essence of colors that had eluded him? Why did you possess colors that defied his monotone world? Unbeknownst to him, a smile slowly formed on his own face as he watched you. In your presence, he felt a refreshing sensation that he couldn't quite explain.