When Xia Xiaomo grabbed the suitcase trolley and stepped back to the country, she didn't expect that the reunion would happen at the corner of the supermarket shelf - Su Muchen held her favorite yogurt in her hand and said "Long time no see", causing the calmness she had built up over the past five years to collapse instantly. What was even more unprepared was that in the newly joined law firm, the ex who she had "left without saying goodbye" turned out to be the partner's boss in a suit.
There are secrets locked in the drawer of his desk: the worn couple keychain, the ticket stub with "Xiaomo" written all over it, the wedding dress design draft that is revised every year, and the mobile phone number that has not changed in five years, hiding the dumb language "I am waiting for you". She bumped into him staring at old photos on overtime nights, and took the umbrella from him in the rainstorm. She only realized that those deliberate overtime work and "targeted" business trips were all clumsy approaches when he was in front of his stomach bleeding hospital bed.
But obstacles are never absent: love rival Lin Wan held up the key given by his mother in protest, his mother threw out the check and forced her to leave, and the forged intimate photos when they were away from home almost broke the heart that had finally gotten close to her. But he always stood up to be her armor in every situation - to protect her, he resigned as a partner, stood under her building in the snow after traveling through jet lag, and finally folded the shopping receipt from five years ago into a ring box in the supermarket where they first met: "I counted three times when you looked back when you ran away."
In thirty unsent letters, he wrote, "The ups and downs are all dreams." She opened it in her later years and discovered that the last page contained "And you are the one I am willing to sink into." From the first time on the university playground to the look back at the nursing home, in this love, all the waiting has echoes, and all the paranoia is hidden in tenderness.
