Lin Wanxing's life is like a cup of cold instant coffee - crowded in a rental house with a monthly rent of 3,000 yuan, changing plans until early in the morning according to Party A's "soul" needs, and even buying half a carton of milk due to the balance in his account. Until that rainy night, an old diary from four years ago suddenly appeared under the bed.
The diary contains a boy's random remarks: complaining about oden in a convenience store, complaining about Party A's lack of common sense, and even writing "Starlight Advertising will not last half a year" - but that is the company she currently works for, and even the landline number is exactly the same as what was written in the diary. It just so happens that the company used a different number in 2019. What's even more weird is that a strange text message warned "Don't touch that notebook." The boy in the white T-shirt on the balcony opposite was holding something exactly like the diary in his hand.
She followed the clues in the diary: the old print shop in the Creative Park, the milk tea shop that had been closed for three years, the dusty archives of Starlight Advertising... Every step was met with "coincidences": the diary wrote that "today I saw a girl wearing a white dress with curly hair at the end", which was the hairstyle she had just permed last week; "I want to drink an iced American with double sugar" was a habit she kept in the drawer of her desk.
And the boy Lu Shichen who always appeared in her sight was like the owner of the diary and the phantom who lived four years ago - he knew her unspoken preferences and could predict the collapse moment of her changed plan, but he always disappeared in the rain and mist when she wanted to get closer.
When the diary turned to the last blank page, Lin Wanxing discovered that those words buried in time were "I will wait for you in the future" written by him across four years; and what she was holding at the moment was never an old diary, but a love letter he had written for four years in the folds of time and space.
Intention: In the folds of time, look for the true heart hidden by fate.