When Jin Lu was twenty-five years old, he gave his heart to Liu Zhiqiang, who was covered in asphalt, at the emergency repair site on Chang'an Street at three o'clock in the morning. Over the next five years, she learned to celebrate birthdays alone late at night, sign the consent form for surgery, and throw cold meals into the trash can after every missed appointment. Until that day, she dragged her suitcase into the wind and snow, followed by the sound of footsteps chasing out - but this time she did not look back.
At the age of thirty, Jin Lu returned to the city as a technical consultant. Liu Zhiqiang is still building roads, and he is still the emergency repair team leader who is always on call, but his smile has the weariness of five years. The city's pavement settlement joints cracked repeatedly, and they reunited, hugging each other in the winter night at minus 15 degrees Celsius, and standing side by side in the summer sky with a high temperature of 60 degrees Celsius.
Cracks in the road surface can be filled with asphalt, but the cracks in people's hearts get deeper and deeper. When they finally learned to leave a light for each other after every emergency repair, they discovered that the strongest asphalt would also age, and the deepest feelings would be shattered into pieces that could never be put back together after countless late nights of broken promises.
