Su Ronggui returned to his room to pack after leaving Su Zhen's study. There wasn't much to pack, just a few clothes, some documents, a laptop, and then there was that drawer.
He unlocked it and slowly pulled it open.
Here lay his secrets, carrying with them twenty years of his life.
A drawer full of vibrant colors and shimmering lights, it was the silent turbulence beneath his stagnant life, the rebellious weeds growing freely under his calm exterior, and the dream he could never touch for twenty years, or even forever.
He never thought there would be a day when dreams could come true.
He picked up a red one, held it to the light, and the halo dispersed, revealing fluttering butterflies in the transparent red.
"Bang," someone pushed the door open, "Su Ronggui! Don't move out!"
He withdrew his hand and immediately closed the drawer.
Su Rongxing was already standing inside the doorway, his eyes fixed on his drawer.
