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.

Gradually, her palms began to sweat, each stroke was cautious.

The night grew darker, and by the time Su Weiyi finished drawing, it was already past three in the morning.

She stretched her slightly sore neck.

Looking at the paper, the girl’s face bore a bright smile.

At this moment, they were still in black and white, but in two years, when he truly turns to her, she would add color to them.

She carefully trimmed the drawing, unable to frame it due to the spontaneity of the idea, but the paper was small. Su Weiyi found a book to tuck the paper inside, set an alarm for the next morning, and fell back asleep.

Perhaps because it was on her mind, Su Weiyi woke up before the alarm after only a few hours of sleep. She quickly got up to wash up, as Sheng Yanxiao’s flight was early, and by the time she went downstairs, Sheng Yanxiao was already having breakfast downstairs.

Upon seeing her, their eyes met, and myriad emotions intertwined with just a glance.

Su Weiyi didn’t go to see him off; she merely handed the book she was holding to Sheng Yanxiao.

Yesterday, she had casually grabbed a book without paying attention to its title. Only after handing it over did she realize something was off.

The book’s title was "Because of You, Deep Love."

It was a romance novel gifted by someone she didn’t know, but now it looked like a confession, especially when Sheng Yanxiao saw the title and gave an enigmatic smile—a clear misunderstanding.

Su Weiyi’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, and the residual warmth didn’t dissipate even after the young man’s car disappeared from sight.

The day after Sheng Yanxiao returned to S City, school started, while Su Weiyi went to enroll a week later.

Q University was originally located in the center of B City, but in recent years, with the expansion of the university and the city’s unified planning, nearly all universities in B City had been relocated to a single place, creating a university town.

This was in the outskirts of B City, and going less than twenty kilometers further would bring you completely to another city.

Mr. Sheng, who always advocated for raising daughters lavishly, intended to buy Su Weiyi a house in a nearby apartment complex. With the establishment of the university town, commercial apartment buildings had sprung up, and several complexes developed by Zhou Real Estate offered good security and peace of mind.

But Su Weiyi refused. She had attended an elite school during junior high, and many people from that circle attended there, so her identity was well known. Many openly dared not provoke her, but secretly, countless petty actions were rampant, which she disliked intensely.

During her schooling in S City, that feeling was greatly reduced. Although she was bullied occasionally, she could handle it.