The loft on the top floor of the old community has a monthly rent of 800, and is only for girls.
When Lin Qi dragged his suitcase and moved in, he thought it was just an ordinary rental.
It wasn't until she found an architectural manuscript with a blacked-out name in a crack in the attic wall that she gradually uncovered Lu Yu's dusty past: the work was taken away by his ex-girlfriend, and the design drawings had been drawn in the attic for three years without anyone paying attention.
Two stair lights, a bowl of overcooked porridge, a spare key behind the fire hydrant.
Two people who dare not love again, under the same roof, slowly learned not to escape.
