In the old alley in late winter, the bluestone slabs are covered with morning dew. Qing Huan guards the old bookstore and repairs the broken books. Her days are as quiet as time being kneaded into paper and ink.
Until Chu Yunzhou pushed open the wooden door, and the noise and edge of the outside world crashed into her tiny world.
He was a decisive leader, but in the silhouette of her with her head lowered while fixing a book, all the edges and corners were lost. From a cup of hot water of just the right temperature to every favoritism he blocked in front of her, he quietly and affectionately blended it into her daily life.
Two people in one house, three meals and four seasons, and a happy boat trip.
It's okay