Twenty-four-year-old Zhou Chen felt that nothing new would probably happen in his life.
Unemployment, insomnia, medication, follow-up visits. He lived his life like a room with the curtains drawn, until one rainy night, he accidentally walked into Wanqing Bookstore at the end of the old street. The bookstore owner Lin Wanqing is four years older than him. The ginger tea he makes is terrible to drink, and the accounts are always unclear, but he will leave a light for those who refuse to take shelter from the rain.
She didn't pull him out of the darkness, she just sat with him for a while. Later, this moment turned into a meal, a forgotten book, a group of noisy people, and Zhou Chen facing life again.
He had thought they had many years to waste. It wasn't until Lin Wanqing started explaining the unfinished things one by one that he realized that some people don't come into your life just to accompany you until the end.
But so that after leaving, you are still willing to go on alone.
