Seven years have separated not only mountains and seas, but also two hearts that were once closely connected to each other.
Jiang Lin, the youngest professor at Hainan University, is cool and self-possessed, and is an unreachable flower in the academic circle. Life was a two-point and one-line connection between school and home, calm and uneventful, until late at night in that bar, a call to a number that had not changed for seven years was unexpectedly answered - "Hello?"
The voice deep in the memory sounded again. Then, Song Xingli broke in like a gust of sea breeze, still bright and beautiful, but with a mature style tempered by time. The words "I'm back" tore open the frozen shell that Jiang Lin had built over seven years.
Song Xingli's return is no accident. She became a new teacher at Hainan University. Not only was she a young talent in the School of Geography, but she also taught historical geography in the School of History. She even "coincidentally" became Jiang Lin's next-door neighbor and colleague across from the teaching and research office.
The farewell without saying goodbye seven years ago was like a thorn piercing deep into Jiang Lin's heart. After the reunion, Jiang Lin armed himself with alienation and coldness, but was still defeated time and time again by Song Xingli's burning eyes that never moved away.
Intention: I will be a guest of Saha for now, and then I will think of Saha as the lotus pond.