Seven years ago, Shen Muyuan found a battered boy in a rainy alley.
The boy lived at his house for half a year, then left without a word, leaving behind only a note: Thank you.
Seven years later, Shen Muyuan's life is orderly, quiet, and routine. He thinks he's long forgotten that boy.
Then he meets someone.
The new colleague, Jiang Huai, is young and neat, with a gentle, polished smile. Everyone likes him.
Only Shen Muyuan feels something is off. He's too perfect, perfect as if he were an answer prepared just for him.
Jiang Huai is always showing up at his side, bringing him breakfast, passing him leads, and helping him solve the most intractable problems. Every time Shen Muyuan turns around, he finds himself meeting those bright, jet-black eyes.
The way that person looks at him is like he's someone he's been waiting for, for a very, very long time.
"Gege, when will you finally see me?"
Shen Muyuan is suspicious of him, tests him, pushes him away again and again, then finds himself thinking about the way he stood in the doorway late at night, again and again. He can't find anything about Jiang Huai's past, nor can he find any flaw in him.
That person is like a shadow, appearing only when Shen Muyuan needs him and vanishing whenever he tries to hold on.
Until one day, Shen Muyuan finds a cup of warm milk at his door, with a note stuck to the side:
"Your stomach is bad. Drink less coffee."
What he doesn't know is that this person has spent years recording all his habits in a notebook.
From age four to twenty-four, from the rainy alley to their reunion, from strangers to inseparable.
Some people are the trials written in your fate; others are the light in your life.
And Shen Muyuan can't tell which one Jiang Huai is.
