Su Wan had a secret that lasted for three years in the ancient books department of the library.
On the title page of an unpopular poetry collection, she and a strange man named "Zhiqiu" wrote poems in pencil and chatted, becoming each other's soul confidants. He is gentle and knowledgeable, and is the only light in her boring life.
Until the new curator Lu Chen airborne and severely extinguished her light.
He was handsome and indifferent, and his methods were thunderous. The first thing he set fire to was the ancient books she guarded: "If no one borrows it, it will be removed immediately, including your 'broken collection of poems.'" In order to keep her spiritual sustenance, Su Wan was forced to deal with him day and night, and she was exhausted both mentally and physically.
Her latest message was filled with accusations against the "tyrant curator".
But he received an unprecedented serious reply from "Zhiqiu": "Don't be afraid, I will help you."
Immediately afterwards, Lu Chen's attitude unexpectedly softened, and he even made an exception to let her lead the ancient book restoration project. On the night of the celebration banquet, he locked her in an empty ancient book library. The faint scent of cedar on her body was exactly the same as the smell of eraser scraps next to her handwriting.
Su Wan froze suddenly and heard his low and hoarse voice falling on her ear:
"You've been writing love poems for three years, but you can't recognize my handwriting?"
"Su Wan, your confidant and 'tyrant' are always the same person."
#The archrival in the workplace is actually my soul mate#
#He was wearing a vest to trick me#
