Encountering the Remaining Tobacco Aroma in the Morning Mist

He only had one year left to live, but he chose to return to his ex-boyfriend. The day Yan Yueshan received the diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, the first person she thought of was him - the man who taught her to smoke, made her fall in love with absinthe, but broke up with her because he couldn't express love. She dragged her suitcase and stood at the door of Wu Molin's villa, using the excuse that she was looking for creative inspiration and just wanted to see him again before she died. He is the youngest professor of computer science in the university, he is cold, stern, elegant, rational and restrained. Every day I turn the tail ring left by my mother and fill the empty time when I live alone with games. The first night she moved in, he was playing games in the study and became distracted for the first time; while she was smoking on the balcony, he would stand beside her silently. When daily life began to warm up, when the frozen heart gradually loosened, her illness could no longer be concealed. At this moment, a white-haired doctor with a gloomy temperament appeared - Bai Yanzui, bringing hope of cure but also a difficult choice. She chose to go abroad alone for three years for treatment, leaving a letter: "Wait for me. If you still love me, don't look for me." From falling in love in college to breaking up, from reuniting and living together to parting in life and death, from chasing her husband in the crematorium to reuniting after breaking up - it took him three years to learn to wait, and it took her three years to learn to survive. When the smoke cleared and the sun shone into life, he finally learned to say "I love you", and she spent the rest of her life proving that love can really create miracles. A story about living towards death, loss and recovery. Foggy mornings, smoky balconies, vermouth nights, and a person who is willing to wait for you all your life.