The early summer wind carries the fragrance of gardenia flowers, passing through the mottled sycamore leaves in the old community, and appears as a Buddha on Xu Nianyu's face. She dragged the last large suitcase, and the wheels rolled over the pitted concrete floor, making a "gurgling" sound, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead. Standing downstairs in a unit covered with ivy, Xu Nianyu raised his head and looked at the rusty house number - 302, third floor. His fingertips gently rubbed the corners of the contract, and he felt a mixture of joy and trepidation in his heart.
This is the first house she rented after graduation. It has one bedroom and one living room, with a small balcony facing east. The rent is only one-third of her salary during the internship. It is only fifteen minutes away from the illustration studio she is looking for by riding a shared bicycle. The only drawback is that the house is a bit old, the walls are peeling off, the stairs are wobbly, and the facilities are a bit outdated.
Concept: Love is not a one-sided rush and waiting, but two independent souls, moving closer to each other through temptation and pulling, supporting each other over the years, and becoming each other's shore.