One sunny afternoon, Lin Zhou came home from the bookstore to find Shen Che sitting by the window, guitar in hand, composing.
The sunlight fell on him, his profile focused and gentle.
Lin Zhou didn't disturb him, just stood quietly at the door, watching.
Shen Che wrote, erased, and wrote again. Finally, a brand new melody, gentle and full of hope, flowed from his fingertips.
He played it for Lin Zhou.
"This song is called Light," Shen Che said. "It's for you. Thank you for being my light, for pulling me out of the darkness."
Listening to the moving melody, to the words "you are my light," Lin Zhou couldn't hold back her tears.
She knew that the confident young man who once shone on stage, the man who had lost all his brilliance to the torment of illness, was finally, bit by bit, coming back.
Music had witnessed their love, and it had healed their wounds.