Su Weiyi lay in bed after taking a shower, her gaze falling on the row of small figurines on the table, and she involuntarily recalled Sheng Yanxiao's words "seeing things makes one think of people."
She, who never felt much difference, suddenly felt a bit lost at this moment.
Two years, just two more years.
She wasn't afraid to wait, as long as she was waiting for him.
The bitterness that arose from liking him had now been completely overtaken by sweetness.
Su Weiyi bit her lip, pulled the covers off, and sat up, finding a photo taken by Si Nian of her and Sheng Yanxiao while playing in Qingxi.
The Polaroid photo had average resolution, but it was enough. Su Weiyi pursed her lips, took out her sketchbook, and quietly began to draw based on the photograph.
Having studied painting, sketching was foundational, and Su Weiyi's sketching skills were excellent. She had drawn many portraits, but this was the first time she drew herself.
