Su Nian has kept a pale blue notebook for ten years.
Coffee at sixty degrees, no cilantro, scallions cut into thin strips, a little tired at three in the afternoon. For three whole years, she copied everything about Lu Jingshen into a manual only she would ever read.
She thought that if she waited a little longer, there would eventually be a place for her.
Until she asked him if the arranged marriage was real. He put down his pen and said, "You're just my assistant."
That night, she deleted the three alarms on her phone. At 11:47 p.m., she hit send.
Three months later, he started searching everywhere for her. He dug out her resignation form, asked HR for her number, and sat outside her new office for an hour without daring to go in.
The person he was searching for no longer needed him.
I feel sorry for the heroine, who lives her life like someone else's manual