Guangdong to Qingdao, 1,967 kilometers.
Liang Yi has only one creed in life: there are no accidents within the plan. INTJ's mind allows her to arrange everything perfectly - she wants to become the youngest director of the company at the age of twenty-six, buy a house before she is thirty, marriage is an inefficient asset and is not in her life plan.
Until she met Suchuan in the Canyon of Kings.
He was the most silent jungler she had ever seen, and also the strongest man she had ever seen. Scorpio's possessiveness is hidden in a "hmm", restrained yet surging.
He appeared in her social media, as the "stiff-necked" northerner in Cantonese, as the rough cigarette voice in late-night speech, and as the only variable in her rational calculation that was uncertain.
He invited her to drink Tsingtao beer and said, "We are rough people and don't understand romance."
She taught him to say "lost" and "after eating rice", and he called her "bao", calling the wolf nature of the north the sugar water of the south.
A distance of two thousand kilometers, they thought, was just a matter of a train ticket every weekend.
Until——
She said we were not suitable.
He said, Liang Yi, I don't agree.
An INTJ's history of rational collapse, and a Scorpio's paranoid love.
Three thousand kilometers away, the sun rises and the moon sets a thousand times, just for a hug.
"All the plans I have made in my life are to go to you."
