In an extremely rigid business marriage, Yu Shen and Nan Jinxi drafted their marriage into a strict contract.
With a fixed period of time together, standardized intimacy, and timely holiday gifts, the two abide by the rules and are well-matched, but they have been estranged for half their lives.
He was businesslike: "Thank you for your hard work."
She said appropriately: "It should be."
Under the cold regulations, love quietly breaks through the boundaries.
She quietly revised the length of the contract and treasured the side profile that he secretly photographed; he silently noted her weaknesses, the tangerine peel candy that hurt her stomach, the light that never went out in the middle of the night, and her restrained tenderness was all hidden in the details.
The rules are broken time and time again by soft-hearted people, and two-way secret love grows crazily in polite politeness.
He made an exception when he was drunk and asked for a hug. He wrote repeatedly on the scratch paper: It's not because of the contract.
She waited for his return late at night, murmuring in confusion, and quietly fell into despair.
A small operation, breaking all pretenses.
Spending the whole night together in front of the hospital bed, Yu Shen confessed that he had been in love for many years: from the moment she changed the contract, he was moved.
From now on, the contract is void and the articles of association are invalid.
There are no rules and regulations, just random preferences.
The south wind blows on our faces, the mood is gentle, and we return day and night just for each other.
