The rain fell like water pouring down in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Xie Yuning took the pen, the paper was full of water, and the ink was blurred. Zhou Jiming's hand was still in mid-air, his knuckles were white and his palms were sweaty. She didn't look at him, lowered her head and signed, the pen tip scratched the paper, and the rustling sound was swallowed up by the sound of rain. The pen he handed over still had his body temperature on it. The story surrounding Xie Yuning and Zhou Jiming begins with a fateful intersection and gradually becomes involved in a larger relationship whirlpool and growth test.
