As a relic organizer, Xiang Wan has seen too many lives that ended hastily.
It wasn't until she walked into Lin Shen's apartment, with the cool scent of cedar lingering on her nose, that she discovered this belated heartbeat.
He drew her in his sketchbook, wrote her in unsent letters, and hid her in every glance he didn't dare to get close to.
He spent his whole life's tenderness and silently fell in love with her throughout the spring.
And she, after he left, became complete and received all his unspoken love.
My name is Lin Shen, the forest of the forest, deep and shallow.
It's a pity that those words of hello never come again.
Intention: Some love is never spoken, but in time and relics, it always arrives gently