When she was eighteen, Shen Zhiyi poured all her courage into a love letter and slipped it into Zhou Xubai's textbook.
He never replied.
Only later did she learn that he had transferred schools that very day, without even leaving her a goodbye.
At twenty-eight, Shen Zhiyi had become Beicheng's youngest architectural designer: calm, reserved, and no longer a dreamer.
Until one late night, she spotted a familiar figure beneath her office building.
He wore a black trench coat and stood smoking beneath a streetlight, a tiny red ember glowing at his fingertips. He looked just like he had on the night he left, when she had secretly followed him all the way but hadn't dared to call out to him.
Zhou Xubai turned around, his gaze cool. “Shen Zhiyi. Long time no see.”
She smiled. “Indeed. Long time no see, Mr. Zhou.”
So you left for ten years just to come back and love me once more.
