During those three years, they were so close, so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats, but neither of them said anything.
She is Zhou Tingwan, a little sun whose eyes turn into crescents when she smiles. He is Lu Chaoan, the cool and restrained boy in a white shirt who always stands behind her. He taught her how to do math problems, and she brought him breakfast; he said "you are important" in the rain, and she remembered it for ten years.
Later, she studied abroad, visited thirty countries, and became a documentary director. He stayed put, doing oral histories for ten years, sending an email every year on her birthday that he would never reply to.
When they met again, she thought she had given up. But the first thing he said, she knew - in the past ten years, she had never let go.
One belongs to the night and the other belongs to the morning.
The ultimate pull of a two-way secret love, a long wait spanning ten years.
If there is a time difference in love, it took them ten years to finally adjust to the same time.
Intention: About those unspoken words in youth, about whether you can start over after missing it.