Lin Rong is thirty-two years old, a single parent, and has a five-year-old child. The days are divided into many small grids: morning shift, evening shift, pick-up and drop-off, parent groups, rent and milk powder money. During the day, I just prayed that nothing would happen to me, and at night, I just prayed that I could survive until tomorrow. At night, she worked the evening shift in a cafe in a small coastal town, collecting cups and plates, turning off lights, and locking doors. There is always a figure in the corner, quiet, punctual, only ordering the same kind of coffee, and habitually sitting in the seat closest to the window to write. Later, she heard from the store manager that his name was Zhou Xingdu and he was twenty-seven years old. A former forensic assistant who now writes a column for a medical magazine. One hides himself behind the child, and the other hides himself behind the manuscript paper.
Purpose: The pressure of reality is intertwined with the shadows of the past, but you still retain the courage to reach out and connect with others.
