Lu Xunfeng walked into the "Wanlai Study" to collect old objects and materials for the movie. Shen Zhiwan was bending down to organize the bookshelf. The evening breeze blew in from the open door, lifting the broken hair around her ears and blowing off the copper bookmark in Lu Xunfeng's hand. The bookmark happened to fall on the old script in Shen Zhiwan's hand. The two of them reached out to pick it up at the same time. When their fingertips touched, the scent of osmanthus in the wind suddenly became clear, just like the unspoken "goodbye" five years ago.
