At thirty-nine, Shen Lingshu quit her job to start her own business, thinking she would walk the road alone to the very end.
Then Ji Wang appeared. Six years ago, she had crouched outside a convenience store and helped the boy put a bandage on his scrape. Now he stood in her studio, almost a head taller than her. His gaze slid from her eyes to her lips, paused for a second, and he said, "Your coffee's gone cold."
He had spent six years looking for her. She used every excuse to push him away: their age difference, her fine lines, the fact that she wasn't good enough for him.
A 29-degree difference in body temperature: he was always one degree warmer than her, one inch closer, one step ahead.
