Lin Xiangnuan guards the used bookstore left by his grandfather, and his life is like the sycamore leaves in the alley, quiet and slow. Until a pet hospital opened in the next alley, and a doctor with light brown eyes, Shen Zhiyan, came.
When they first met, he held an old book and asked about pet behavior information. When his fingertips touched lightly, both of them were stunned for half a second. Later, Lin Xiangnuan secretly remembered the way he bandaged the wounds of stray cats in the alley and squatted in the rain to feed nutrient solution. Then they built a nest for stray cats, shared mung bean soup, and walked back to the end of the alley side by side under the dim street lights...
There is no grand confession, only the small tenderness in the alley: handwritten notes in the pages of old books, soft chatting next to the cat's nest, and the hot milk handed to me when I return home late. The two slow-warming people got closer little by little in the daily life full of fireworks, and the label of "friends" slowly turned into a love hidden deep in the heart.
