In the CBD office building like a forest of steel bars, Leng Shuyan and An Nuan met because of the No. 12 Bus. During the day, they were strangers passing by in a cubicle; at night, the crowded carriage became a breeding ground for love. He escorted her to the departure station regardless of rain or shine. The lights behind the station sign witnessed countless tender moments, but also planted the seeds of suspicion - why did she always leave on time at 9:40 every night?
Self-esteem and pride made Leng Shuyan bury his doubts deep in his heart, and misunderstandings spread over each other like a tide. After the breakup, he saw her clinging to the rich man's side, and his hatred took root; she silently endured the pressure of her mother's serious illness and swallowed the bitterness alone. Three years later, when he became an upstart entrepreneur and she became a powerful party, fate entangled the two again. A yellowing diary reveals the dust-laden truth. The last train carries not only the missed time, but also her unspoken affectionate protection.
From suspicion to misunderstanding, from reunion to redemption, they passed through time and finally understood: the most beautiful form of love is a two-way rush after overcoming misunderstanding, and it is spending the rest of their lives making up for every missed last train moment.
