A narrow Qinghe River separates the old residential buildings on both sides.
On the first day when Shen Du moved to Qinghe Lane, he noticed the window on the other side - the warm yellow light, the flowers and plants on the window sill, and a hazy figure. He is a down-and-out writer who resigned and returned to his hometown, and she is a flower shop owner who gave up her literary dream. The river is narrow enough that you can clearly see the colors of the roses on the other side's windowsill, but wide enough that no one wants to take that step first.
Until one rainy night, a page of his manuscript was blown across the river by the wind and fell downstairs.
A rejection letter that was returned three years ago became the first connection between them. He was her anonymous first reader, who never changed a word, but believed in her talent more than anyone else; she was his only outlet in the long process of writing, not telling the truth, but responding to her silent approach with a night light that stayed for him forever.
From looking at each other across the bank, to walking side by side across the overflowing stone bridge; from not daring to write down, to writing the final ending for each other——
"When will the bridge be repaired?"
"Probably when... You said my lamp kept you awake."
This is a tender story about rejection and publication, giving up and perseverance, seeing each other across the river and rushing to each other. Dedicated to all the lights that are lit alone in the middle of the night, and to those who cross all distances to see you.
