When the scatterbrained interior designer Su Wanxing splashes an iced Americano all over the crisp white shirt of aloof architectural designer Lu Yushen, she thinks she’s just suffered the most mortifying moment of her life. Little does she know it’s the beginning of a romance. From “the neighbor with the coffee stain” to “lovers beneath the stars,” he is the light that always shines outside her window when she works late, the sweet lie of “I was going that way anyway” as he holds an umbrella over her on rainy days, and a detail-obsessed romantic who remembers she doesn’t eat cilantro and sends her bedtime stories all night when she’s afraid of thunder.
He plans his love with the precision of an architectural blueprint, confessing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the café she designed: “Su Wanxing, among all the lines I’ve ever drawn, you’re the most spirited stroke.” She captures the moments when he lets go of his cool reserve in her sketches, turning the model parts in his suit pocket into a picture of the home they’ll share someday.
No melodramatic misunderstandings, just the milky sweetness of breakfast at dawn, company while revising plans late into the night, and the edge of a shared umbrella on rainy days. This is a story of two people finding their way to each other, from the neon lights of the city to the warm glow of home, as time turns the first flutter of love into sugar, bringing you a heart full of joy in this healing romance.
