Since the unexpected encounter with Su Chenyi on the day of the opening ceremony, Lin Qianxia's world seemed to have undergone a subtle change. Whenever she was in a crowd or walking alone in a quiet corner of the campus, there was an inexplicable feeling lingering in her heart—a subtlety that was hard to put into words, as if a beam of light, crossing the sea of people unnoticed, gently and firmly followed her figure. Although she had never truly captured the source of that gaze, the feeling was like the petals that fall inadvertently in spring, lightly touching her heart lake, causing ripple after ripple of delicate ripples.
In such circumstances, each of Lin Qianxia's explorations was not just a thirst for knowledge but more like a subtle journey about self, emotions, and growth. On this journey, she gradually learned how to feel the beauty and complexity of the world with a more delicate and sensitive heart, to listen to the subtle sounds hidden beneath the mundane.
She clutched a book list in her hand, listing the reference books she had prepared for the upcoming art course. Lin Qianxia had a strong interest in art, dreaming of one day being able to depict the splendor of her inner world with her own brush. The library became her treasure trove for exploring the mysteries of art, where she sought inspiration and immersed herself in the ocean of art.